Dave eyed the menu licking his lips. He was how is old friend and him used to say, parched. He felt his mouth drying, and he looked at the table, maybe at the worst case scenario he could drink the ketchup. Or no... the half and half. That might go...

To Dave at first it was just one time. But then after he was high he thought about Lenny and the guys. He wanted more, wanted to be cool again. Not like he ever was cool. He laughed. The kid in the khakis laughed too. It’s strong stuff man. It...

At the bar a song came on from he was in college. Electric Feel. He had for the first time in his life the intense urge to Dance. To call someone he used to know. To paint the town. But instead he just sat on his hands. Sitting at the...

Lenny’s creator swirled the whisky the terpentine taste of the last sip made him shiver. The alcohol still making his insides warm and his breath warm. He hadn’t had a break in awhile. Realistically this wasn’t a break, he had to work some of it. But he didn’t mind. Like...

Dave to get some air went on a walk. There was something about being on a campus, maybe its just all these people beginning their lives Dave thought. He looked to his right people were studying or working on computers in the grass. Workaholics he laughed. Then to his left...

In the time it took to order a pizza Lenny's creator is typing this. He's tired, had a long day at his job, but now for some reason he's using his time adding words and breathing life to Lenny. Who, if Lenny was actually honest with himself, wouldn't have rushed....

There wasn’t a lot to say at this point Dave kept his eyes locked forward and Max slept as much as he could. He never asked Dave about where they were going. Politely danced around it, but instead said things like cant wait to get there, or man any minute...

Westcity reeked of marijuana or maybe that was just where Dave decided to sleep. A big house, at one time probably pretty nice, was decorated now with greek letters. The inside hacked and cut into seperate rooms for 30 men or boys. And thats where Dave's spontaneous  Airbnb was. Fuck...

Marc Love was in the cafe the next morning like always. But he felt like something was still off. Again no Max. But now the waitress was looking at him. Like really looking at him. He thought about leaving, but the first cup of coffee was just poured. He could...

Max's house seemed in order. As in order a guy like him could be. There were deck chairs in the yard, and cooler near the front door, four beers sitting there a bit warm now. His car was in the driveway. Maxxx the license plate read. She knocked a few...