The other boys, pulling off their cherry red swimsuits—Luis lingered in the locker room, watching them. Wade’s Adam’s apple bulged in his throat. Fresh...
A half-mile from the Canadian border I said,
what are you going to do in Montreal, you idiot—panhandle? You don't
speak French. What'll be different there?...
This story, which initially appeared in Denver Quarterly, is an excerpt from Joyland Midwest editor, Bryan Hurt's story collection, EVERYONE WANTS TO BE AMBASSADOR...