Our college listed our class as Craft of Manga.
Two can play that game
Tales from the front
I sat on the back sideways with my hands on the metal section of the motorcycle while my legs dangled out
I closed my eyes when we passed the slope where I had my accident.
It fills up the potholes and stripped-away concrete in the streets and makes an already rough commute sluggish. In the summer, it rains almost every afternoon, as if the city itself hits a breaking point right around 2 p.m. — “all right, it’s just too hot” — and gives up and breaks down in storms.
We’d hear the piece approximately 10 times before we got to school.
I didn’t tell him kindness won’t stop the fascists.
You never know what fascinating person you'll be unable to get out of your office