by William Dean A. Garner October 15, 2009

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

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

by William Dean A. Garner May 16, 2011

by William Dean A. Garner May 05, 2011
