by Kenneth Clay
I fucking hate absinthe. Terrible, terrible, high. If you drink too much. I had some the night before and rather enjoyed it. But it was just a quarter shot. The next night I drank a quarter and realized it wasn’t enough to hallucinate. You never try to...
by Kenneth Clay
The streets of Seattle always rained, though Irwin never cared. Some people did. Some people cried about it. The thing was that Alcoholics Anonymous was four blocks away and he didn’t like driving in Seattle. So with an umbrella and a cigarette in his mouth, he...
by Kenneth Clay
What a weird day, I thought. All this asking and wandering had gotten nowhere. Sure, his alibi had been confirmed, but video showed otherwise. Maybe it’d hold up in court? I didn’t think he did it. And as I stepped out I noticed a lady staring at me. White...
by Kenneth Clay
After the terrible realization that were doppelgangers, I decided to go to the bar. I desperately needed a break. I couldn’t even figure out exactly what Gretchen was saying. All she did was give me little hints. But with those little hints, I realized a thing...
by Kenneth Clay
On the 27th, I’m flying out to Colorado. I’m seeing King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard live with a friend and we will be tripping. I’m also staying there to work backbreaking labor for nineteen-an-hour. The plan is to, basically, gameify the amount...
