select transmissions from jim towns

He was an old man now, and the stories had begun to slip away from him. Age had claimed many of his friends, pals he had shared priceless memories with… memories he could still recall when prompted, but whose images now flitted in and out of his periphery like phantoms- eluding his waking mind, only…

1. Taken as a whole, there was nothing unusual about the stool.  Fastened by semispherical brass rivets to the worn and water-shrunk maple floorboards of Woodall’s Fine Drinks and Food in Old Monongahela town (just upriver from Pittsburgh), it stood without note alongside its dozen-or-so brothers, which ran the length of the old bar.  It…

I once saw a dog carrying a bone around in its mouth.   Christ, that was a long time ago.   The end

He struggled through the drifting waves of coarse white sand. The desert was anonymous- the rocks and sand and scrub and occasional twisted naked tree had taken on the look and feel of everything else… distance fooled his eye, and before long he realized that he was back where he’d first lost his bearings. He…

One summer afternoon I walked down to the bank after drinking some fine agave tequila. As I stood in line I looked down and realized I had left the house wearing one black shoe and one brown shoe. Embarrassed, I left the bank, and I haven’t had the nerve to go back since. I miss…

The other day I saw a dog who I could tell was completely embarrassed to be seen in public with its owner. The end

  There was an old man who blamed his behavior on the Devil.   He claimed his right leg would occasionally become possessed, and this was why he would from time to time kick people around town for no apparent reason.    A group of townsfolk decided to help the poor man with his ‘ailment’.  …