"Why aren't you eating anything?"

Dick looked up. Jimmy had his palms faced up.

"Come on. Aren't you hungry?"

"No. Not really."

Jimmy said nothing. But it seemed like he was waiting for permission to scarf down Dick's omelet.

"Why don't you have this."

"No way? Thanks, man!"

Casey was out of the house. Going to get...

Dick got a little shut eye before the experiment. Five hours. He hated getting that much sleep. He usually felt better on 4.5 hours than five. But really he did best on just under 8. Unfortunately he didn't have that luxury this time. He woke up, brushed his teeth and...

Bob had a genetic condition. When he ate  food he could hear the  fat cells filling with lipid. He used to worry that other people could hear it to. Nobody else could. They could clearly see, however, that Bob did seem to convert food to adipose tissue near instantly.

His cardiologist...

After eating two pieces of stale toast each, the two of them casually suggested that a cigarette would be nice. Although neither wanted one. The entire time, Casey couldn't get food off his mind. Why wasn't Dick suggesting they go out to breakfast. He was a guest. Shouldn't he treat...

When he went to sell his blood they told him his blood was bad.

"You got dirty  blood ."

The lady tilted her head down, peered her eyes over her reading glasses. Her hair was curly. Reminded him of grandma. Not his real grandma. He never knew her. Never knew a single...

After Jimmy passed out Dick opened his laptop and checked  Facebook . Alice had posted photos from the ski resort.

There were also photos posted by Casey. He was at some show tonight. Posing with the band. He was "in" over there in  Westcity . The respected musicians and venue managers...

She struggled to be a good sister. She forced herself to send at least one text every two days. To be there for him.

"You're not trying to be there for him. You just want him to think that you're a good sis."

Her boyfriend, or whatever he actually was, could see...

There was nothing to do out in the country. If you had a car then you could drive around on the weekends. If you were really bored you could get drunk then drive.

His first time driving drunk in the country was thrilling. Peter had ripped down M-49 going 75 mph...

Back at home the hunger came. Maybe not hunger. When Dick thought about it his belly was still full. Instead his mouth was craving something. Something sweet, sour, and crispy. Like Chinese food. They had just feasted an hour earlier and here he was: craving something new. He wondered whether...

Jimmy took a sip of the  coffee with his yes closed. Mid grade. Decent. not good. Not bad.

He kept his eyes closed and took another long sip. Then he opened them and saw the branding on it. It was his favorite cafe. Suddenly the coffee tasted better.

"you got any plans...