There was something about the rumble of a traditional  gas   engine . All the fluids inside that required changing. All the moving parts, any one of them apt for going haywire at any moment and put you on the curb. The complexity and precariousness of it all made the car...

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...

The Carter House was the hangout spot junior year. By hangout spot it might seem that everybody hung out there. But this is not true. In fact it was only a small group. But for Will and the others who gravitated towards The Carter House, it seemed like everybody who...

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...