by Kenneth Clay
The day before was a haze. I drank a lot at a bar, then I went home with a fine lady. She was now in my bed and I was smoking a cigarette on the hotel balcony. The problem was, I couldn’t remember her at all. Where we had met. What had lead up to the sex. I...
by Kenneth Clay
All of a sudden I was crying without knowing why. My body felt like static and everything was enveloped under a thick, dreamy layer. One second I was at a rave in Miami, and the next I was crying like a babe in a warped Candyland. I didn’t even know why. It was...
by Kenneth Clay
I was in the midst of a dream. I was on a cruise, far below on the bottom deck. Through the porthole, I could see the water rising and the sun reflecting off it. The sunset was beautiful. Cages were lined across the walls. Inside, were dogs all growling and barking. I...
by Kenneth Clay
There I was. Sitting at another bar in downtown Billings, Montana, stoned off my ass. I had smoked a blunt on the way here. And then I smoked a blunt outside. Lately I had felt that same empty loneliness and weed always did the trick of getting rid of it. I...
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...
