The Walton Firm Memos

Dear Mr. Tremblay, We are issuing you this letter of reprimand to detail the history of these events and our actions, as they exist in the record submitted to the court.
On march 14th, at a firm event at Dave & Busters you were said by several employees to have displayed signs of intoxication including slurred [...]

Back in the late 20th century an accomplished economist was buying some vacation property out west. The real estate agent picked him up from town in an antique ox-drawn cart, hoping that he could tempt the businessman into buying the animal as a pet to complement his new rustic estate. “Yes shes a beautiful animal”, the [...]

On the morning we emerged I remember a fan broke and our basement started to really bake. We were sweaty and crowded and getting anxious to crack the doors. Someone’s girlfreind was sullen in the corner, some fought, some gambled on what we’d find. Some gym-teacher-looking motherfucker was trying to quiet us but he couldn’t [...]

The water rolled down with our reflections in it. It was foamy for a second and then nothing, just dark out. I can remember the shape of him. He had a soft jaw and eyes that were darting off, and he held a gun that seemed to me like it was on video. It was [...]

Here is the second story in the ‘Nother Scorcher series. It’s about parents, enjoy.

Here is a video I made of myself arriving several years late to the YouTube party. No, it’s actually me telling a story I like to tell. As you may infer from the title, I have more of these, probably like a dozen more, I plan on getting better at this, stay with me.

I’m going to gloss over a lot of the stalking part. It’s mostly just making sure I’m always across the street from Sherri. And also I would need to let her know Im still around or whatever. Sometimes I would put something really cool together like pulling her car out from the parking spot and [...]

Right now I am in Sherri’s office, writing this. It’s nice. Mostly dark with a spattering of colored LED lights here and there, professionally cleaned, the blue glow of the monitor, a faint smell of a vinyl couch, etc. Just generally pretty quiet and nice. Im not at Sherri’s desk, someone else’s kids’ pictures are [...]

I have a lot of respect for people who work nights, but that’s another story. Sherri Ford worked nights to put herself through a real estate program at community college. She was driving home after a Kinko’s shift when her life started to go awry.
The night was inky. It had cool mist in columns of streetlight, [...]

  
About six months ago, I left Seattle for San Francisco. When I did this I told all of my friends and family that I was relocating here to pursue a job opportunity. Saying this was dishonest of me and I apologize. In actuality, I was moving to San Francisco to professionally stalk a woman named Sherri [...]