My mother only recently began going to the dentist again after decades of fear. I was surprised when I saw her at how little her teeth had seemed to change. They were still a putrid yellow, with brown stains and black spots and shiny silver fillings and crowns. But she smiled more.

Circus
Coffee House
film strips
outing
publishing
developing fluid
broken jeep
football coach
broken glasses
abandoned malls
security devices
trading cards
tabletop models
resin

"Three Peas."

I have always been disgusted by the smell of smoking, but in moments of raw honesty I have to admit something alluring about the smell of cigars that always reminds me of my grandfather. I hated being around him when he smoked, but the musky, supersaturated-in-naturalness of his apartment never failed to interest me.