Marc was having his coffee at the diner. They knew what he liked, the usual they would say, and beyond that just uhuhs and thats okay sweetie followed. Nothing else. They knew how he took his coffee, which before that was reserved to, well if he thought about it, his...

For a trip like this he needed what? His hoodie? Two pairs of pants some shirts and socks. All he had clean 5 pairs. I guess he could just clean em when he needed them. He was excited. Damn I haven’t left in awhile. Immediately his stomach dropped.

Fuck the diner...

Max was pumping gas the next day. Filling her up he sometimes would say to his friends. He didn’t get why they did three decimal places here. Like the prices it made him think that everywhere does this but the gas station is the only one that displays it. But...

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....