by Kenneth Clay
We continued driving down the road for a couple more hours. The windows were rolled down, and the radio was on full-blast. Jack sat in the passenger seat. In the past hour, he had smoked seven cigarettes. Travis and Thomas sat in the front row of seats, playing poker....
by Kenneth Clay
We set off to Indianapolis and soon, we were cruising down the highway. We had three-hundred-dollars lining our pockets, and ready to spent on our hedonistic desires. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on more supply. All I wanted was another joint. It was as if I...
by Kenneth Clay
After we sobered up, we packed our things and headed in the van. I decided that we would drive until Bessie ran out of gas, and then try to get by. After all, sometimes life has a way of working itself out. The thing that was on our minds the most, was the fact that...
by Kenneth Clay
Thomas woke up approximately five days later, laying face-down on a stained, and rain-soaked mattress. He stretched his arms out and let out a long, exasperated, groan. Thomas slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes. He looked around the alley. It must’ve been near a...
by Kenneth Clay
We came to learn that the other man in our jail cell was named Johnny. He was in there for the attempted murder of a guy who was stealing his car. Ironic. Johnny knew that he was gonna get sent to prison, thus he made a deal with us: “They don’t prosecute for...
