New joint. End Of Story. The Rumpus. And Lost in Space inspired at that.

Quite inspired. Very Rumpus. And endless appreciation to the Gina Frangello for all of it. Excerpt? Word.

"The cool story would be how we went home that night, dropped everything, booked our trip, and were soon having a threesome with Larry Mullens, Jr. under the ocean spray that endlessly cascades over San Sebastian’s horseshoe beachfront.

But that isn’t what happened.

Instead, my father got sick, cancer sick, eighteen months to live sick, any trip of any real length didn’t seem possible sick, and for the most part we didn’t go anywhere that didn’t look like a cancer ward or my parent’s house until my father passed away."