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...

He was warming up a pizza. The oven he thought was a superior method, he didn't really know anyone who microwaved it. Although, sometimes he would hear friends talk about doing that for just one slice. He had an oven with a little light. He would usually leave it off,...

Peter's dad didn't make his money in pizza. It was still food, but not like his grandfather. A more high brow establishment. Pasta, and not like just American pastas but the authentic Italian style pastas. Peter's  dad thought he knew better than his grandfather, and also felt more Italian at...

The dark man had skin like a ghost, almost translucent. He was only cared about two things, time and control. He gave people,  things in exchange for those two things. Time or control. If you were thinking about him he had your time. If you made decisions with him in...