When she woke up the house was quiet. It was back to normal she said. That made her a bit sad, but she still got up. She made her bed, and took the wine glass down stairs. Washed it with warm soapy water, then started the coffee. She was up...

When he was home he retreated back to his former self. Aaron communicated with grunts and groans, and only existed in common spaces out of necessity food, or water. His Dad was fine with this accustomed to be alone most of the time. Adult life seems to pull at you...

He moved slow. The floor boards beneath him creaked and cracked and bent under him. It was like this everyday, he knew when one would talk, and when the others would listen. At least that's what he imagined, the floor boards talking to each other back and forth as he...

The sound of the round made him tired. Alan was drifting off a little. Aaron was up front and Jack was next to him.  Imogen Howe was driving. 

"Before we go home, I feel like we gotta see the water." 

"I know you said that but why?"

"But why? I've worked...

"How the fuck can you be happy this morning?" Aaron Said. 

"Yeah Jesus Christ. Whats your deal?" Jack said. 

Alan just shrugged. "I don't know I guess I didn't drink as much. It was just a good night, it was nice."

"Uhhhhhhh" Aaron said. Putting his head down.

"I've already showered, ate...

"But yeah, I uh should be going, I gotta hit the hay, then go to sleep." Sean said and he extinguished his cigarette by rubbing it into the ground.

Alan was so tired he just responded with "Yeah man. See you around." The sky was starting to get lighter now, it...

"Dude your missing the show." He said.

"Come on come on." And he pulled him inside.

"Here we are!" Aaron said, and he led Alan to the dance floor. 

"I found him he annouced." 

Imogen ran up to him, and hugged him. "We were looking everywhere! Thought you went home."

She had to...

The house was big, rooms on every floor except the basement where the show was. 5 or so bands Sean knew. It wasn't his house, but as they walked there he told Imogen that he practically lived there. He was an organizer, an ENFP he said to her. Alan could...

Alan's dreams were broken up, scattered, and chaotic. For some reason he had dreamt he was living in the first house his parents lived in, but it was different. Clothes scattered everywhere, and some newspapers seemed like it was boarded up and abandononed. Then when he walked outside there was...

"Yeah there was uh I don't remember this show, or maybe it was in Anthony Bourdain's autobigraphy, but there's this game we should play before we go."

"What is it? Cards against Humanity? Not interested."


"Do you have an egg?"

"Uhh, I think, but I think its pretty old too."

"Yes, so, uhh  gather...