What the hell are you apologizing for?

Will took a breath then told the gas station clerk, you're right. I didn't do anything wrong.

Exactly! The world is always trying to put all the blame on the little guys. Like I can guarantee you that my boss and his boss is going...

After the service Will runs into Allison leaning against the brick right outside the church doors. The way she's standing makes it feel like she was waiting there for him all along. But that can't be. He must be imagining. For they have't spoken in over five years. Will has...

"Yo, do you need to hit the gas that much?"

"What do you mean?"

"The engine. You always make it roar like a fucking beast."

"Yeah. So what? I like the sound of the engine."

"It's a waste of gas."

"What do I care. What the fuck do you care? I pay for the gas!"

"I'm...

"Never thought I'd see you back in town."

"What does that mean?"

"Just that."

"What's... just that?"

"You know. You left for college, went out west, and then it seemed like we never happened to you. Like all of this didn't happen to you."

The other man was right. Will did think that for a...

Will came  home rarely. Rarely enough he questioned why he still called it home.  time was moving fast now. When he found a moment to recount what had happened in the years that had zinged by he would realize that he had spent hardly any of it at home. Hardly...

George was dead. Layla had thought it was George speaking to her, but it turned out it was somebody she did not know. But he had shape shifted so that for a moment he appeared to be George.

"Get down," the figure said. Now it didn't look like George.

She didn't know...

What's wrong with you?

Nothing.

Something is. You know you can tell me.

You wouldn't. Couldn't. Believe me.

Oh come on. I know you. You're not the type to do something crazy. What is it?

That's just the thing! I'm not the guy to do something crazy. So why is this happening to me?

Something. Really...

It's not about what you know. It's about what you can prove.

The thought rolled in his mind as he continued chewing onto the last remaining skin of the apple. He wouldn't swallow it for another ten minutes or so. Not until he arrived at the cafe and he could wash...

The car continued to drive. It was raining. The man stopped asking questions. He thought of things. He was sad. The world was out to crush him. It was had. But now it had crushed him harder. Who were these men? They were scary. He was scary. More than sad.

He...

"In the early 2010s people assumed bitcoin would be used for money laundering , which is reasonable given that bitcoin used to be this obscure entity dwelling in the dark corner. It's not farfetched to believe such a thing would be used by criminals to hide money. But today with...