The Collected Works of Scott McClanahan Vol. I

by Scott McClanahan

Now let me tell you, I’m sure you may have been embarrassed before, but you haven’t truly been embarrassed until you get hit by a car in front of a bunch of people.

And after watching her wiggle her arm for a couple of minutes I was ready to tell her she wasn’t the prettiest girl in Texas anymore. I was ready to tell her she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

My dad didn’t believe in anything, but he believed in Oldsmobiles.

He was more than the guy who scared the shit out of that kid at the race, and he was more than the guy who threw a possum further than any man had ever thrown a possum before.

No one can figure out who the prisoners are and who the prison guards are, and who even the guilty are.