“Did I ever tell you about the time we made that homeless guy drink bong water?” Adam asked. “Yes,” I said. “Yes, you have.” “Fucked up. So, we took him home and we smoked up. I don’t know where the gun came from.” He stood before me and held twoContinue Reading

Before we get too deep in this, I must disclose, this little section will be in excess of 1,000 words. The brevity of things, of daily events, of writing is all well enough as long as something has not been omitted because of laziness or neglect. In the fiction senseContinue Reading

Highway 93 runs the length between Boulder and Morrison right at the base of the Rocky Mountains. When heading south, the foothills are on the right, they are small by comparison of their brothers and sisters to the west but impressive next to the expanse of plains that slope foreverContinue Reading