Louie was a shithead. He knew he was a shithead. In his mind, he was just doing what had to happen for him to survive. Being a shithead was instinctual for Louie. He never wanted to harm a life physically, or any other way for that matter. But he felt kind of like he had… Continue reading Louie.
I walk up to the bar, Ready to consume that American dream Often lost in inebriation or other things. That dream that everyone knows happened, but can’t seem to remember. I order a Manhattan, and the bartender pours me a splash From every bottle in the bar. She adds so many garnishes my lips can’t… Continue reading Drinking the Dream at the Libertine
Benny and Sandies sat beneath the rusted back porch awning of Carl’s shoe store, watching cars roll by on the road. It was early October in Texas and the city had become excited by the decrease in temperature. “I don’t like doing this anymore Benny. Everyone looks at us like they know our life in… Continue reading No Place Like Home