Mark Love. The name slipped off his tongue. He laid on the floor beside his head, which had a six hundred dollar mattress. When he wasn't sleeping he felt more comfortable laying on the carpet. He liked the way it felt against his bare feet. He liked the way it...

Will wasn't like everyone he knew back out West. For example he didn't want an electric car. He didn't know anybody out West who didn't find electric vehicles superior. In fact nobody out West even considered the possibility that anyone would prefer a gas guzzling  car . His friends assumed...

He was a dumb kid. That's what everyone said. Rocks for brains. And they were probably right. He'd given up on school by the time he was ten years old when his  report card started coming home with Ds and Cs rather than just Cs.

Not all of them, but several...