The Berry Pickers - Chapter 1 “Then all these people started coming at me and asking me what happens when you die. Men, women, young and old.” “I reckon they figured because I was damn near kill’t … [Read more...] about The Berry Pickers–Chapter 1 – Chapter 3
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Hayin’
He looked me square in the eye, across a sweaty beer—turning piss warm on this hot July morning—Inhaling the filterless Camel I watched it burn down damn-near an inch on one drag. The conversation is … [Read more...] about Hayin’
Exhausted…
My Mustang is lowered three inches and for four summers I’ve been trying to get the exhaust right. If it hangs down even 3/8” of an inch it scrapes in driveways and speedbumps. If I get it up too … [Read more...] about Exhausted…
El Paso, or was it Dayton…
I try to be a moderate in most things. I’ve supported my friends and family who are gun enthusiasts—and not insane white nationalists—but that shit is wearing thin. I don’t want the government to … [Read more...] about El Paso, or was it Dayton…
From The Berry Pickers…
Staring at my grandfather, holding my tongue; I need to drink in this hot July. I need to stop and taste each drop of sweat. I need to feel my skin burn crisp in the hot-high sun. I need the … [Read more...] about From The Berry Pickers…
