Every so often Love was reminded of his past. Today spreading butter on toast, and listening to his coffee brew in the pot. He was reminded of his wife. How many mornings did they spend together, and different orientations they sat, and mugs they broke and cleaned.

She liked sandwiches...

"At every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral"

"What?"

"Its that song, you know Band of Horses, the chorus"

"No, I know the song, just at this time feels a bit off" Derek told his wife.

"I like it, its nice to listen to sad music sometimes. I never knew thats what...

Derek usually didn't dream, or at least when he woke up he didn't remember. This morning was different.

He was in a sort of roman coliseum, at the edge looking down. He was the only one there, besides the actors. Down below was scene. Like a community production of Romeo and...

There was a point at which he realized he might die and a point where his friends found laying on the ground. Stan didn't die, but to his brain at that moment it didn't know. So it did would any sane person would do as the ship is going down,...

When Stan came too. The light was even brighter. A slow beep was coming towards his left. To his right was a white thing. His eyes blurred now came into focus, just a tray with a plastic cup and a straw. 

He tried to speak but no sounds came out....

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...