Saturday's Storyteller: "He explained it to me quietly. 'There comes a time in everyone's life when they need their asses kicked, just to keep the wheels turning.' That explained his business card."
by Belinda Roddie He explained it to me quietly. "There comes a time in everyone's life when they need their asses kicked, just to keep the wheels turning." That explained his business card. It was two thirty in the morning by the time we sat down in the cheap twenty-four hour diner, where he had agreed to meet up with me. As I chowed down on pseudo-Belgian waffles, he stirred a cup of coffee that seemed so corrosive that I imagined it could chew away at the tiles embedded in the walls if poured onto them. He didn't drink it. For obvious reasons. "So what do you want me to say?" I asked with a bemused half-shrug. "You need an ass to kick?" "No," he said. "I figured you did." "Not anyone I can think of off the top of my head." "Oh, c'mon, kiddo." He began dumping processed "sugar" into his mug as he spoke, the concoction gaining the color and potentially the texture of wet cement. &qu