by Kenneth Clay
“THOSE SONS OF BITCHES!” I yelled as I kicked a rock over. It rolled across the road, and down an embankment. Hold on, I need to do some explaining. We were cruising up to New York for supply when Jack was sitting in the driver’s seat, flipping through his cash....
by Kenneth Clay
You know what? Totally feel free to skip this chapter. As long as your okay with missing some totally badass and orgasmic writing, of course. Jeremy sits on a rock, overlooking the sea. The waves come to the sand and recede back into the ocean. Jeremy thinks about how...
by Kenneth Clay
“Maybe we should go to rehab.” Thomas muttered. He was laying across the seats with his eyes closed, bathing in the warmth of smack. After Travis came to the bar, we had a few drinks and then went on our way. We made it out of Pittsburgh and headed to Cleveland for...
by Kenneth Clay
Travis walks along the desolate Iowan sidewalk. There’s little oak trees growing by the sides of the concrete. He passes a few houses that look like mini-mansions. The people who owns these houses must be lawyers or something. Hell, they’re probably on a...
by Kenneth Clay
Five days. Five days of non-stop decadent, hedonistic, euphoric, body-relaxing, mind-numbing, highs. Five days of constant injections and flying. Five days of spending hours in a stall. Five days of sleeping in abandoned houses. Five days of needles being pressed into...
by Kenneth Clay
We made it to Des Moines at a speed of a-hundred-ten miles-per-hour. We left at four A.M and got there when the sun was rising. It wasn’t all rainbows and unicorns on the way there. The reality was much more dark and disgusting. About halfway through Thomas...
