Stan was at that point without a care in the world. A warmth set over him and he felt as though he could talk to anyone. He was talking to everyone. Asking them “How do you do?” 

He would ask this in a fake English accent sometimes even curtsy they...

It was about 1 hour until the bar. He was the only one left at the cafe, this hour he spent in two ways. Closing for the night and prepping for the morning. In some ways it didn’t matter because he was the first one in but Mr. Green wanted...

Stan wasn’t ready to watch that. Right after he threw up and Mr. Green laughed wildly. 

“Your gunna have to clean that up! They look for DNA now ya idiot!”

The way he said ya idiot was endearing like he was his younger brother. Like he was learning and everyone goes...

"Now you just gotta drive."

Stan looked at him then the road. Turning the ignition the engine hummed. 

"Nice and slow now, don't attract any attention."

Stan wasn't thinking of that he was just driving. He couldn't think of what was in the trunk. He just had to keep focusing on what...

"If your gunna teach a monkey dance on a pedestal don't start with the pedestal" he paused and turned looking at the guy next him. 

"You're the monkey" he looked him up and down.

"Now we gotta make sure you know how to dance."

The guy at the other end of this...

In another life Marc Love would be a rapper. Maybe he'd be called Dr. Love. Maybe in another life, his alter ego would be the Green Man and he'd get bread every day. But a different type of bread, one that wouldn't sustain him. He would never have found dancing,...

That particular day the sun peaked through his blinds sending out sun beams all around the room. These nudged him awake before his alarm. He got up catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror he did one of his old moves. A sort of jazz hands. This he hadn't...

That day Sammy wanted a signature move. When he saw other people dance they always ended with their signature. Like the older boys always did that, like a spin with their tongue out.  Something truly unique Sammy didn't have, derivative he thought about himself, never making something new. He showed...

They met the next day outside on the basketball court next to the motel. Around it the grass supposed to be green was brown and earth tones. It was early so not so hot, but they were already in shorts, and the temperature was slowly rising. 

Despite this the kid...

Today Marc was smooth. He touched the top of his head. His hand wet with sweat, in his room was a single fan rotating back and forth pushing hot air here and there. Marc was looking at the letter. It sounded like Denver he decided. He searched his mind for...