“I’m tired.” Bancini said it. Bancini from Kesey’s Cuckoo’s Nest. In the movie version, Bancini is played by Josip Elic, and he always said “I’m tired,” too. I’m tired. I’m saying it. I’m tired. I’m exhausted after writing three 20-page term papers. Worn out. I’m tired. But, nevertheless, here…is…this week’s recommended reading from online literary magazines…zzzzzzzzzzz…

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All we can hope for is that you’ll read these stories with the same curiosity as Donald Trump looking over Obama’s newly-released birth certificate. Question them if you like, but we can tell you right now: we got ‘em all from reputable sources.

Hasta pronto, amigos.

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Ring Lardner said: “No one, ever, wrote anything as well even after one drink as he would have done with out it.” That may be true and it may not be true. At any rate, I don’t know if this week’s authors chugged on some cold ones while composing their stories, but who the eff cares anyway. Crack one open if you want, and let these yarns run down that literary gullet smooth.

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That’s right, I’m telling you in Yiddish. In English: After the Cellar, the Picture, the Coal, then the Rail, I can call it sleep if I want. Throw the clocks away. Kindle out of the shadowy corners of your bedrooms and scud across the cobbles on broken shoes, new shoes, stubby, pointed, caked, polished, buniony, pavement-beveled, shoes toward the strangest triumph. Now let the street pause. Now let these stories make you walk into the dreary rain as into an omen…

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“When you ain’t got no money, you gotta get an attitude.”

The writers below got plenty of the latter. Maybe some of the former. We won’t claim to know. We just know you better like their stories, or else…

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