Paul Stinson

Tom wore black jeans, black Bauhaus t-shirt, no makeup. Three al pastor on corn, no onions.  Clayre wore the long black lace skirt, black and yellow zebra top, black lipstick. Two barbacoa on flour.  Tom was a lab assistant, Clayre a speech therapist.  Funny, Tom had a daughter named Claire, with an i, a fourth grade sweetheart whom he saw on weekends.  Funny, Clayre had a brother named Tom, a Grade-A turd who did real estate in Phoenix.  Was Tom the coolest, best looking guy at Goth Tacos that Wednesday? Nope. But was he kind enough and safe-seeming enough to…