by William Dean A. Garner October 15, 2009
Keep drinking a 12-pack of Stella every night and picking fights with six year olds, and you'll charliesheen yourself all the way to the grave . . . with a sojourn or two in the nearest jail.
by William Dean A. Garner March 13, 2011
What she took for riches was, in fact, mere goldsmoke, a mirage of prosperity from her disadvantaged childhood.
On the outside, her husband was a vision of art. Underneath it all existed a volatile mix of hubris and goldsmoke.
On the outside, her husband was a vision of art. Underneath it all existed a volatile mix of hubris and goldsmoke.
by William Dean A. Garner March 14, 2011
by William Dean A. Garner May 16, 2011
by William Dean A. Garner May 05, 2011