Senior Week – Chapter 13

The sun was creeping down the horizon as we climbed onto our porch. A new night approached, a third round of … More

Senior Week – Chapter 12

At some point Boris materialized, drawn to the positive vibes with his strange, predator-like way of seeking things out. “How’s … More

The kitchen countertop overflowed with bottles of hard alcohol and unopened bags of red cups. The lunatics flailed their limbs … More

Nathan continued laughing maniacally as Ojas crawled back into bed, promising to wake up in an hour. We returned to the … More

I woke up early to vomit in the toilet for an hour. As my system cleansed itself, a strange out-of-body … More

Everything was soon out of control. The dregs and miscreants of Southern California were infiltrating our house. Mitch stood atop a … More

Arnold grabbed his skim-board from our room as we descended from the Drug Den. I found a spare board on … More

Cries of activity from the porch interrupted my reveries. Carl, the sweet-talking politico from New Orleans, was assembling troops for … More

I tossed and turned into the wee hours of night, squirming and sighing, praying for shut eye that wasn’t forthcoming … More

I had to keep moving, so I danced my way across the makeshift dance floor and emerged onto the apartment’s … More