by Kenneth Clay
Five days. Five days of non-stop decadent, hedonistic, euphoric, body-relaxing, mind-numbing, highs. Five days of constant injections and flying. Five days of spending hours in a stall. Five days of sleeping in abandoned houses. Five days of needles being pressed into...
by Kenneth Clay
We made it to Des Moines at a speed of a-hundred-ten miles-per-hour. We left at four A.M and got there when the sun was rising. It wasn’t all rainbows and unicorns on the way there. The reality was much more dark and disgusting. About halfway through Thomas...
by Kenneth Clay
The farm-house kitchen is silent as Joe DeMarcy begins to plate the food. He had just spent the day harvesting his crops and slaughtering cows. Now, it’s potatoes and steak for dinner. The kitchen light, flickers and hums, creating this weird vibration that...
