by Kenneth Clay
We came to learn that the other man in our jail cell was named Johnny. He was in there for the attempted murder of a guy who was stealing his car. Johnny knew that he was gonna get sent to prison, thus he made a deal with us. “They don’t prosecute for...
by Kenneth Clay
Travis and I continued walking down the highway, with the sun in our faces, and sweat dripping down our backs. I still hadn’t told Travis the plan, and I could see that it was getting to him. His muscles were tight, and I can bet that his heart was racing. I...
by Kenneth Clay
I woke up sometime later, with my face in the dirt. My head was wicked sore and tiny pieces of glass were lodged inside my skin. A tree branch had landed on the dirt just a little bit away from my nuts. If I had been thrown out the windshield just an inch further, I...
by Kenneth Clay
Each morning, I roll over and reach for the needle. There’s just barely enough in there to allow me to get my fix. I, using drug-addict precision, carefully slide the needle into my veins. There’s little masses of purplish scar-tissue that make it tough to...
