"He Could Play The Clarinet" by Anthony Varallo in Word Riot
Maybe he was drunk for most of our relationship. Perhaps his showers were infrequent. Maybe he had no friends, and his third (or fourth, maybe) ex-wife once spray-painted ASSHOLE across his garage door, and maybe the cops came looking for him that one time, and maybe he asked me to hide that shotgun in the crawlspace behind the sectional, but I’ll say one thing in his defense: he could play the clarinet. Read story here.