by Michael McInnis

The last time I saw R, he dropped a pill each of Adderall and Lithium on the bar counter and chased them with a White Russian. He gave me one of his patented sloppy week old whiskered kisses on the mouth that tasted like speed and smelled like Kahlua. Just got out of McLean a couple of weeks ago, R said. The shrinks told me everyone should own a clamp. I have three on my desk and use one on my scooter to hold down my gear. And a rasp, they said don’t forget the rasp.


Michael McInnis spent six years in the Navy chasing white whales and Soviet submarines.