December 2010
31 posts
Just under 150 words
We hopped around town for an hour or two waiting for the sun to sink ever so slightly past the horizon so we could drink without the guilt of being well lit. His faux-leather jacket squeaked every time he turned the steering wheel and my feet shuffled in the trash on the floor of the passenger side. We ended up by the river, a main stay as always, smoking cigarettes and trying to make time move...
presents
Not every work can be interesting and full of wonderful exposition on the sorted moments of sin and debauchery. Some moments are just to be played much closer to the chest. Wrapped in brown paper tucked in the inside pocket of a hand-me-down winter jack your dad and uncle have worn before you. In private, in secret, in a room half lit by a lamp covered with loose piece of cloth maybe then, only...
