by Kenneth Clay
So… I think I may actually not be shouting into the void. I got recognized in public the other day. I was doing Walmart grocery deliveries with a buddy. We pulled up to this one house, and this kid my age went, “You’re Kenneth. Right?” And...
by Kenneth Clay
It’s 2:30 AM, and I’m pretty sure I pulled a muscle in my side by hitting the bong too hard. I recently got gifted this huge fuckin’ jar of weed and went through it in three months. It’s been eight months since the SWU interview and I’m...
by Kenneth Clay
I pulled into the bar, and found it to be a barren wasteland. A parking lot of fifteen spaces, only four taken up. Some of the employees must’ve parked in the back, that I knew. And that told me there was maybe ten people inside all together. The club was buried...
