TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER an archive of pleasures, wounds, sublimations & other curiosities :: profile 03.20.23 Glass of whiskey in my hand, I watch Sam stare from his chair at the husband as he eats peanuts, chuckling at an episode of Seinfeld. The dog's eye glimmers in the dark, ever hopeful for a tossed nut. I observe the familiar tableau with mild amusement, the monotony of a rainy Monday night briefly interrupted. |