by Kenneth Clay
I pulled over to the side of the road and stepped out. Blank Arizona fields stretched out as far as the eye could see. In the far distance, a herd of cows. Under my tire laid a roadkill raccoon. I leaned against my car, puffing on a cigarette. The sun was high in the...
by Kenneth Clay
I have psychotic depression. It’s not that I’m suicidal or hearing voices constantly. In fact, I’m happy and have a lot of good in my life. i just struggle sometimes. It feels like I mainly deal with the “negative symptoms” of...
by Kenneth Clay
Chapter One I had spent about three months in Seattle, Washington recovering from my last job in Texas. Had no wife. No home. I just kind of hopped from state to state on my motorcycle and my FBI money. The vagabond life was for me. And now, here I was at AA. It was...
by Kenneth Clay
AND NOW, A CLOSING TRANSMISSION FROM THE ARCTURUS SYSTEM The machinery hummed and beeped. There were tubes in my nose and I did not know why. I had been in the hospital for the bullet Gretchen put in me. Though I did deal the final blow. I remembered state troopers...
by Kenneth Clay
The fluorescent lights buzzed and hummed overhead. The whole room was a stark white. The television was on, but it played nothing but PBS shows. I laid in bed, eating the hospital’s slop for dinner. My knee was still in pain. James was sat in the chair across...
