Fiction: "Don't Mess" by Jeff Kass
Published in BULL magazine
Men's fiction. Now there's something I can get behind. BULL is like Maxim magazine, only instead of being mindless and annoying, BULL is thoughtful and fun to read. So I guess it's not really like Maxim at all, except that it's geared toward men. But that doesn't mean women can't enjoy it, too, right? After all, I read through Amy and Isabelle and enjoyed it, although I'm sure I missed some things that women might have picked up on. Great book, by the way.
Anywho, I think you should check BULL out. Here's an excerpt from "Don't Mess," by Jeff Kass:
You don’t make out with your girlfriend, no matter how cute, when you’re seeded 4th and you’re about to face the top-ranked wrestler in your weight-class. Not when he can see you making out and he’s not making out. Not when he’s warming up in that arctic drafty gym, bouncing from one foot to the other, shaking his arms loose, seething. Because what he’s thinking—while you suck face and are not warming up—is that you don’t respect him. He’s the top seed and you’re treating him like he’s some guppy you’re gonna flop onto his back. What he’s thinking is he’d like nothing better than not only to beat you, but to humiliate you in front of your hot cheerleader girlfriend. He wants you on your back, his breath stinking and thick on your neck, in your face, you squirming, hoping you’re still gonna get some—unlikely—after your girl sees you weak, pathetic, beaten.
P.S. I'm still loving my subscription to One Story, and I just got a new issue of the Missouri Review. Loving both of 'em.