Abraham Kim @abrahamKim
Hipsters talk more than Boomers these days.
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get to the choppa
Memories of that farm haunted him. Pete wished he could forget it. It was the only thing that kept him from fully embracing the gooning. If it weren't for those sunburnt days in Sicily, drinking cold orange soda that was so carbonated his tongue would almost burn, he might be...
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Westcity
what would it be like?
as reply to She asked
Aaron was doing well on paper. New York City. Chef. Self Made.
But because he texted him everyday he knew that his personal life was different.
"He's doing fine." he said. He could've said that he was doing good. But he didn't. Why?
"That's good." Imogen smiled. Did she hear him wrong? Good?...
But because he texted him everyday he knew that his personal life was different.
"He's doing fine." he said. He could've said that he was doing good. But he didn't. Why?
"That's good." Imogen smiled. Did she hear him wrong? Good?...
Westcity
stopping by the cafe before going to the parents'
as reply to That Too
He turned the engine off and read the text before putting the phone in his pocket. It was his friend. They texted each other several times a day. But he didn't look at his phone when driving. He wouldn't respond to this text until later. There was nothing to say...
Westcity
sweat in the kitchen
as reply to Thank you
He needed a
beer
.
His shift was only half done. This was the worst part. Stuck in the middle. At least a liter of sweat lost in this hot kitchen. Hot and loud. The fan they had spinning to ventilate the kitchen made it feel like they were working nearby...
His shift was only half done. This was the worst part. Stuck in the middle. At least a liter of sweat lost in this hot kitchen. Hot and loud. The fan they had spinning to ventilate the kitchen made it feel like they were working nearby...
Westcity
tempted to leave
as reply to Fess Ave
He needed a shot of
whiskey
.
He had spent the last 70 minutes scouring the internet for information on this Stephen guy. He knew it was wrong. Just like it would be wrong to leave the office, go and grab a beer or bottle of wine from the store and...
He had spent the last 70 minutes scouring the internet for information on this Stephen guy. He knew it was wrong. Just like it would be wrong to leave the office, go and grab a beer or bottle of wine from the store and...
Westcity
after pizza
as reply to On the Cold
Joey wiped the curst off his lips then dusted his fingers onto the tray. And then he wiped the grease off onto napkin that reminded him of paper towel.
For a moment he wished he was back home. What was he doing here?
That feeling quickly disappeared when he went outside. It's...
For a moment he wished he was back home. What was he doing here?
That feeling quickly disappeared when he went outside. It's...
Westcity
whatever you say, partner
as reply to Looking For
He needed a
beer
. It was a sunny afternoon with crisp air. It made his skin feel neither dry or oily. In college he would often take such afternoons off. He would go to a bar with a patio and drink cold beer while watching people pass by.
There was...
There was...
Westcity
the man who read newspapers
as reply to More Readable
His first name was Cash. It was not a nickname. His mom had given him the name during a different time. People didn't call money
cash
back then.
Throughout his life he had considered changing his name. But he never actually went through with it. He was that kind of guy....
Throughout his life he had considered changing his name. But he never actually went through with it. He was that kind of guy....
Westcity
people
as reply to Were There
"So you worked with Kevin."
"mmmm yes. Yes. I was his manager."
"How long were you his manager for?"
"Mmmm maybe about two years. mmm yes. around there. That's a decent amount of time at a grocery store. Big turnover."
"How would you describe Kevin?"
"Chill. Everybody thought he was cool. But he didn't pry...
"mmmm yes. Yes. I was his manager."
"How long were you his manager for?"
"Mmmm maybe about two years. mmm yes. around there. That's a decent amount of time at a grocery store. Big turnover."
"How would you describe Kevin?"
"Chill. Everybody thought he was cool. But he didn't pry...
Westcity
funeral home
as reply to Some Questions
The man was obviously a detective. Joey could tell by his demeanor. His emotions weren't shook like the rest of the folk. No. He was here strictly on business.
"I'd rather not."
The man pulled out a badge.
"That's completely fine. But it would help us maybe figure out what happened. We actually...
"I'd rather not."
The man pulled out a badge.
"That's completely fine. But it would help us maybe figure out what happened. We actually...
Westcity
but right now
as reply to Call you Back
Joey left his gun on the dresser before heading out. He had thought about bringing it. But why bring a gun to a funeral? Was that even legal, he wondered.
He had bought this gun with his friends during the weekend of Joey's 21st birthday party. It had made them feel...
He had bought this gun with his friends during the weekend of Joey's 21st birthday party. It had made them feel...