Marc didn’t like receipts. He felt like they are a way back to him. Like a trail of breadcrumbs, even though he paid with cash, back to someone figuring out who he was. Or still is, he thought for a few seconds on whether he actually stopped being the blue...

Max went outside. Taking out his one-hitter he packed a hit. A big one, perfectly filled with the weed he ground this morning in his car on arrival to work. Fresh he thought. He sighed, and sat down on the ledge under the light, he flicked his lighter a few...

Sometimes Max would be in the flow. He pick up burgers with ease. Fill orders quickly, and Linda would be smiling. When he was like this Max would be humming to himself, sometimes he would mouth the words to the songs. Sometimes it would just be a melody. He tried...

Max was in the grill area. He was hot a bit sweaty a bit high. Not too much to be weird, but enough to be digging the cooking and the music and the heat. It was a busy day, more than usual. He was trying to be a bit healthier...

Max sat in his car blasting music. 

"I used to get feels on a bitch"

Finishing his cigarette he threw the butt out the window. 

"Now I throw shields on my dick to stop me from that HIV shit."

He exhaled his cigarette straight out of the open window. When he sat...

Marc Love cruised the streets of  Gas City stopping at four way stops, letting the pedestrians cross in front of his car, giving them a nice wave. He had a small apartment, paid for with cash. It was cheap so no one questioned where he got all that cash. He...

Now he thought stirring the rice into the stock mushroom stock. I can be whoever I want to be. He was released from who he was. Mari didn't really know. I mean she knew him, and knew he went away, but now he was back he could just be himself....

After Max left Dave thought why would she be back there. He thought about the day she asked him. She was searching for something. For a brief second Dave thought about all he lost. Then he kind of readjusted himself. That was a long time ago, but still something was...

Mari was dubious of him. But she found it endearing, and then she imagined holding his head against her chest, and she imagined how warm it would be, and how his hair would smell. 

She didn't know about his grandfather yet, they talked many nights about nothing, and then sometimes...

The dark man didn't need to sleep thats where he did his best work. Thats when he call the people. His debtors. Just one ring not enough to mean anything, just enough to wake them or make them think, what was that? Did I dream that did I miss the...