Workbook: September, 2018
- September 30, 2018: They each have a hand on the knife that cuts the cake.
- September 29, 2018: The old couple on their anniversary.
- September 28, 2018: Denim caballero, wide stance, Stetson, thumbs on buckle.
- September 27, 2018: The women are obese.
- September 26, 2018: In each of these images he stands utterly without expression.
- September 25, 2018: Home on derange.
- September 24, 2018: Aug 67.
- September 23, 2018: Little blonde family in the suburbs, as it's supposed to be.
- September 22, 2018: Tennessee whiskey...
- September 21, 2018: Gack, the fucks.
- September 20, 2018: Between frames on that roll of Instamatic film I broke my left arm.
- September 19, 2018: Worry.
- September 18, 2018: I don't look like him.
- September 17, 2018: Zoo day.
- September 16, 2018: "I've read your writing..."
- September 15, 2018: She makes me laugh.
- September 14, 2018: "Wowowowowowowow," I text her, inarticulately but accurately.
- September 13, 2018: She's done with boys.
- September 12, 2018: She cancels all the time.
- September 11, 2018: What's this dude thinking?
- September 10, 2018: In a town full of bedrock crazies...
- September 9, 2018: OMG she's awful.
- September 8, 2018: He always had clean fingernails.
- September 7, 2018: "Dirty mind, clean nails," my mother used to say.
- September 6, 2018: Curious child with a full head of hair and a thriving business.
- September 5, 2018: Saddled with a ham.
- September 4, 2018: Pickpocket. Sword of the Beast.
- September 3, 2018: We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold.
- September 2, 2018: Tender young blondes with lobotomy eyes.
- September 1, 2018: Leary received a thirty-year sentence for one-eighth of an ounce of marijuana.