James before all this had been pretty smart, top of his class, or pretty close. And those kids who were top had all the fucking help in world, extra classes, private tutors, and they didn't have to work.  He wanted to do important things, although most of the time after...

He past signs for Gas City so he knew he was close. He rolled down his windows and familiar air and smell surrounded him. This bypassed his cold calculations. Suddenly tears streamed down his face. He had to go back he thought, for Sammy. He didn’t even know I was...

Jared didn’t know if it could continue like this. Every date they went on every dinner they ate together ended with one of them saying “their” joke. Quadruple, triple, quintuple, or any derivative. It was driving him crazy. 
When his now wife heard it mentioned at the store she would...

The girl was confused, who talked like that. It was like he was from another planet. Or  space she looked up was she was counting roses. Carefully studying him trying to decide if he was just a little off, or from another planet. 

"You mean you want 5?"

"Yeah.." He adverted...

Jared was by nature a nervous guy. He triple checked that the door was locked at night, and when he left during the day he made sure the oven was off. Even though he barely used the oven, the microwave he used frequently nuking  pizza and other derivatives daily. After...

The day of the robbery James was hung over. The night before he met with friends. Some he liked a little, one he liked a lot, and a few he didn't know. New  LinkedIn friends he thought, and already in the morning he had requests. Everyone interested in his job. ...

It was early then. The sun was also rising, he felt attuned to it. He started with his hands painting them blue. The cool liquid spreading easily across his skin. It didn't matter he thought if he got it on his hands he was gunna paint his whole body like...

Marc Love sat at the dinner table. 

"You want some water? Or something?" Sammy said. Then he went to help his mom with something and they whispered some things back and forth. 

"We got some milk too or beer?"

"Waters fine." Marc replied. 

"Ice?" Sammy said. 

"Yeah, thats great. " Sammy...

Charles was sitting in his big office. He had books he'd written and books his friends wrote. He never read them it was just a trophy they compared like fish on a string. Oh you published there, I did that years ago, here is better now. Constantly the grass was...

“It’s crazy, his assistant was wiping his ass.” 

The writer of Jacks autobiography said to his girlfriend. Re-reading the lines. 

“Are you serious? I feel like that’s pretty crazy, like you gotta include that.” 

The writer kept looking at the lines. Jack described it too much, mentioned it. If he...