It was a back alley somewhere near the bus station. I feel that’s how a story should start when it takes place in Los Angeles. Byron and I were cold and sober, we had just taken an overnight bus from Nevada and where dying for a bite to eat. And this back alley smelled like … Continue reading Ten Years Ago: Part One
Journal Entry: Solace
I seriously think there is something wrong with me. I need to stop thinking about her as much as I do. Today is the anniversary of the last time I spoke to her. It’s been four years of avoiding all the places we used to go to, four years of finding ticket stubs in random … Continue reading Journal Entry: Solace
Thought of a Thinker 