Mr. Friday lived for two things. To drink. And to fuck. And if anyone got in the way of either he was willing to throw hands. Funny enough, he wasn't good at fighting, but always willing. Whenever he lost, the barkeep forced him to pay a fine. "Why do you...

It wasn't until Kansas that the  van finally broke down. It was only a matter of time. You can expect a later model Toyota or even a Hyundai to go all the way to the Pacific and back. Damn those Asians could really make cars couldn't they? But with these...

He shaved twice a day. Hated the blue shadow that cast itself on his cheeks, jawline, and chin a few hours after shaving. The look of stubble disgusted him. There was a time when all men who could, shaved. But that was a different time. Nowadays people walked around with...

"I can't come in today."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm feeling... unwell."

The man in the expensive suit hung up. No breath would be wasted on pointless chatter. If his main influencer was taking a  sick day then his entire day was awash.

In the past there was reasoning with Blue.  promises of a...

He enjoyed his new work life balance . They no longer forced him to spend long days and late evenings in air conditioned studios and board rooms, drinking bad coffee out of to-go cups , reshooting the dances over and over until they were just perfect. But perfect according to...

All he wanted was an ice cream sandwich . He was willing to kill for it. It didn't matter who. His mother. A random, innocent stranger. He'd strangle them or shove a knife into them for a cold ice cream sandwich. He even would've been open to killing himself so...

Patricia stormed through the hall holding a paper cup. Four minutes remained until the scheduled time. Usually she arrived at least 10 minutes before. Anything less made her nervous. But she had walked this hall a thousand times now. Enough times to not feel a gram of sweat while making...

Turned out that The British Singer's therapist was actually the same Argentinian therapist Fed used. Hilariously, it turned out that I was not living in Berlin and instead was living in Argentina this entire time. I was that therapist. "But what about all the nights we hung out?" I asked...

The Blue Man returned out of nowhere. People had long forgotten about him. Dozens of dozens of other influencers had replaced him since. And people were unhappy but willing to consume the content they produced. Because there just wasn't anything better to do in life.

Sometimes people might shoot up some ...

I hadn't seen him in months. Used to hang out each weekend at the least. Was excited to hear  he had moved over by The Medical Mile. Where the fancy, new buildings were. I'd heard good things about it. How it was going to boost  Westcity 's economy, bring new...