bienvenidos a calzoncillos, stephanie

Ann James
3 min readAug 13, 2022

#3 r.i.p. katie.

por supuesto, we pulled your body out of the compost bin and buried you in the front garden with snowy and your lava rock.

we had your wake at the hookah lounge. Nathaniel Killgore didn’t even notice, cuz he never reads medium.coma. he’s dating some floozie half his age. but he’s still the best candidate for mayor calzoncillos has ever had.

damn, katie, it was even better than his roast. lucy had fun. she’s sleeping it off.

i put a Smillew coin in the tip jar. tol’ nate it’s worth $333,00,00.

pog coin that got stuck in my vacuum months ago. and the bread crumbs medium.coma pays me.

he said:

you’re insane.

don’t ever come back here.

i’m going to 86 you and all of your imaginary friends.

-love you, katie — stephanie

remembrances of katie

she worked so hard. she never left calzoncillos to live en acapulco with her mum and her oldest sister. she worked as a nail tech, a waitress at the bar & grill that used to be owned by mustang sally, and at georgia’s elite in mound house as a maid.

she was the patient one.

katie = zen.

Ann James

Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.