Fiction on Kyle Anderson

Lifetime Achievement Award

Sat, 12 Sep 2009 22:41:52 -0600

Courtesy: Nate ‘Igor’ Smith, Photographer.

For some it was a forgotten past-time - the discipline of being able to eat massive amounts of hotdogs in one minute. For me, it was life. There had to be a way to break the current record of 68 dogs per minute. I was determined.

Like anyone, I failed a number of times. No one could eat that much on the first try. So I learned from practice, and though the failures discouraged and depressed me, I kept on trying. That Joey Chestnut has nothing on me.

Golden Years

Mon, 31 Aug 2009 05:23:08 -0600

I can feel myself aging.

The same slippers go on the same feet every morning. It’s 6:30am, the only time I can wake up anymore.

I pour the same cup of coffee as yesterday and the day before. “Hello, Coffee-mate.”

What was I to do today? The sun was rising. The colorful but boring rays it cast onto the breakfast table didn’t matter. The rose bushes lining my backyard, once perfected by the old woman, didn’t matter. This shitty Folgers didn’t matter.

Splatters of Pink

Fri, 24 Apr 2009 07:33:59 -0700

We worked for a consumer electronics store. I hated my job, stocking overpriced cables on perfectly aligned shelves. At least it paid decently. Two co-workers were on their break, wandering the symmetrical aisles in sheer boredom, wishing they could rip off the red polos and tight black pants.

This was all minutes after I left my last world, one of bliss and sensual pleasure.

“Check out these digital cameras,” said one co-worker. “They’re the cheapest I could find, including clearance. Sixty bucks.”