Regrettable Selective Aim



When Jesse Jo met her ex-husband, Bob, at the regional pig-throwing championship in 1997, she thought him a man of the world. There was something so refined about the way he could propel a full-grown sow more than three yards into the pit of packing peanuts and how the pig would walk out looking honored to have been a part of it. It is needless to say that her admiration for him fell several notches when she discovered that he was neither capable of hitting the hamper with his dirty socks nor the recyclable bin with his empty kombucha bottles.


Music pairing: Easy On Me by Adele