Li'l Dickens

Or: How I learned to stop worrying and make love to the vice president

For another beat, I lingered. And then, I left him. The vice president the rest of the nation would never see. The burly, pink-thighed, sneering buffalo of love. I will never forget you, Li'l Dickens . . . I will never forget you!


Illustration by Mr. Fish

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Editor's note:
This article originally appeared in LA Weekly

Jerry Stahl's short story collection, Love Without, will be published by Open City in June.

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