People are nuts. All these civilized, cultured, educated metropolitan citizens you see are spun out of their minds, victims of twisting wormholes within their skulls. In novels and short stories beyond count, Stephen Dixon’s dialogue, monologues, inner monologues and inner dialogues grate against the containment of bland socialized sanity. The word spinners in Friends: More Will and Magna Stories are strangers and rivals, an assailant, an ex, arguably none of them friends at all, and all of them reminders that not only is the enemy of your enemy not your friend; neither is the friend of your friend.