Stain and I walk along the path once more, which now weaves between buildings. We’re almost downtown. I poke Stain sharply between the ribs. “Hey, hungry.” “Cool cool. Let’s just check if the t-shirt place is open yet.” I get louder. “Hungry.” “There are a ton of restaurants right near the t-shirt shop.” “Hungry now….
Read moreA story in the adventures of Stain and Sappho I’m sitting alone writing a short story for my blog when I see a text come in from my step sister. We don’t talk much anymore. Tammy writes: “Hey, lets grab a beer.” I write back: “I don’t know. I need to get a few things…
Read moreThere was a candy bar that my Dad used to eat, when I was a kid, called “Eat More.” I gave it the less than fond alias of “Eat Less.” This candy bar is by far the worst tasting thing I’ve ever put in my mouth, even with how many times I’ve “been around the…
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