Back Night Train
Chapters (37)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. The Truth of Thom Jones
  5. Selected Stories
  6. The Pugilist at Rest
  7. The Black Lights
  8. I Want to Live!
  9. Silhouettes
  10. Mosquitoes
  11. A White Horse
  12. Cold Snap
  13. Superman, My Son
  14. Way Down Deep in the Jungle
  15. Pickpocket
  16. Pot Shack
  17. I Need a Man to Love Me
  18. Sonny Liston Wasa Friend of Mine
  19. The Roadrunner
  20. A Run Through the Jungle
  21. 40, Still at Home
  22. Tarantula
  23. Mouses
  24. Daddy’s Girl
  25. New Stories
  26. Night Train
  27. Volcanoes from Hell
  28. A Merry Little Christmas
  29. All Along the Watchtower
  30. Diary of My Health
  31. The Junkman of Chengdu
  32. Bomb Shelter Noel
  33. Acknowledgments
  34. Credits
  35. About the Author
  36. Also by Thom Jones
  37. Thank you for buying this ebook, published by Hachette Digital.

Remember, babe, I actually don’t know Lisa all that well. You were the one that said she was a dyke. Maybe because she’s pregnant, she has an urge to have a husband suddenly. Honestly, she wasn’t that hot of a fuck. I mean, to me it seemed like I was fucking a straight-out man-hating lesbian. Three-ways seldom work. They involve too much tension and jealousy unless everyone is drugged and drunk out of their minds. Or complete degenerates. Anyhow, Lisa wasn’t into me all that much and—whatever else you say about me—I’m an experienced lover. Man, then she stands on her head after I came in her. That was kind of strange, no? She must really want a kid to let my greasy lips press against her own. She wouldn’t French. But standing on her head? I thought I had seen it all until that one. Don’t get jealous again. (Read a Ben Franklin book and eradicate that emotion from your personality.) Personally, my guess is that this is a temporary thing with her. Most men don’t want to marry a woman carrying some other guy’s kid, you know? This guy will get sick of her, I’m sure of it. Anyhow, keep me informed. If I didn’t have such high self-esteem and such supreme confidence, she would have made me feel like a reptile. So, fuck her.

Satan

to: CC14

re: Tears on My Pillow

date sent: November 3, 1999

Heh heh! I told you she was a dyke! She was just getting even with you and it got out of hand. That is why it is so essential that you care for and maintain the wicked web on a daily basis. Lisa is just a satellite. So don’t act overly thrilled because she cried her heart out to you. Show some frost.

Yrs,

Duke

P.S. How did you give her seven orgasms? I mean, are you a couple of Chinese acrobats all of a sudden? Do you use vibrators? Butt plugs? Oral sex with Altoids? What? Let me mention one other thing: I don’t want to introduce negatives, but consider this with an open mind: You are not a dyke. Not really. Once the motherhood thing becomes routine, don’t be surprised if you find yourself pining over some guy. And if that happens, act with restraint. Ignore the mood swings and whatnot. You must always let the head rule over the dictates of the heart if you want to play this game. Concerned,

Earl, the Duke of

to: CC14

re: Any Day Now

date sent: December 15, 1999

The ninth month is supposed to suck. Quit your goddamn fucking and bitching. Hey, check it out—I think I finally found the right voice for this fucking novel. Finally!

A

to: CC14

re: Good on Ya, Sport

date sent: December 16, 1999