by Kenneth Clay
I suddenly found myself back in Las Vegas. I did not know why I came back, but I did remember just following the highways and seeing where it took me. I met this one girl who was standing outside a hotel just staring off into the distance. I tried getting her number...
by Kenneth Clay
I was at a bar in Dallas. I had driven from Minnesota in a week. What took so long was the fact that I just decided to spin around in circles across the Midwest. It was rather cheap there, so I still had a good surplus of money. I’d stash it inside the seats,...
by Kenneth Clay
On a train in Minnesota. I boarded it two hours before with no goal in sight. I simply liked the act of traveling. I stared out the window and saw the forests, the rivers, and even the trees dead from bushfires. We had passed through a town that seemed dusty and old...
by Kenneth Clay
Somewhere in Atlanta, Georgia. I had driven here from Vegas in three days. I wasn’t sure what to expect. More casinos, more bars, and perhaps even something a little different? After what had happened with Cassandra, I decided I needed a break from shallow...
by Kenneth Clay
Midnight. Somewhere outside a motel six in downtown Phoenix. The full moon was in the sky and surrounded by gray, ghastly clouds. It was seventy-six degrees outside. A fine summer night. An even finer night for meeting someone. Outside room two-seventy-six, a woman...
