Lionel Richie, Henry Rollins, and Keith Richards walk into three very short stories by Robin Beery.
“You’ve got to keep your sense of humor. Otherwise you’d just look like an asshole.” Being tolerant isn’t a competition. Except when it is.
“Do I really need to explain this to you? No, I’m not going to get upset. I can’t control what you do and don’t know. I can only control myself.” Robin Beery on what villains should say when they talk to themselves (or anyone else).
“If you’ve ever received a sting from a robot bee, odds are it was just administering a top-secret vaccine.” Robin Beery dishes on secret vaccinations.
Behind those shadowy eye sockets, Bill Belichick is plotting for the big game. But the real question is: What is he reading?
“We sat / behind 820 Last Fifth Street / on those two cement steps all night / with your Ibanez and my Gibson bass” A new poem by Robin Beery.