Jack. Jack. Jack.

that was the same name as the kid that those kids were looking for. Couldn't be the same guy though right? fuck what was his occupation? His description.

He didn't remember shit because he was too busy counting down the time to the record. Fuck. What was that kid's...

Alan was annoyed. He'd barely talked to Imogen, which was fine since they were preparing for the party. It only became annoying once he saw Jack and her talking.

Later on he saw Jack smiling. When Jack caught Alan lookng at him, he looked into his eyes and smiled even more.

Alan...

"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...

"What else do you get?"

The thick wrist placed the  beer back on the coffee table and then the wideset torso that it was attached to leaned back. On top of was a big blockhead with that bright white smile. Usually such white smiles were exclusive to straight  teeth , belonging...

There was a bar. Outside of town. Just beyond city limits technically; this allowed them to avoid a few laws or something like that. But nobody gave a damn about that and they called this their favorite bar in town.

It was my favorite bar in town. In fact it was...

After taking the first sip of my third beer I wondered why the thought even entered my head at all. I didn't even share the sentiment with my friends who were already five or six drinks into pregraming because there would be no point. It was a stupid thought anyways....

It was Tuesday when it began looking like it would rain forever. Maybe Jeannie wouldn't want to go to the beach this weekend after all. 

Imogen hoped for this. "I want to see you in a bikini" Jeannie said, joking, with a  Busch Light in hand. "You always wear one...

There's something about a 30-rack of Busch Light .

You buy from the right place and an Andrew Jackson will cover it with change to spare. If you get real lucky that change will include a quarter or two that you can save for laundry day -- if you live...

Nobody cares about the trails you've gone through if you ever end up in a good spot. During your ascension you'll be loved for a little bit. Some get lucky and it lasts years. But the slide from being a hero to villain is abrupt. So if you ever find...