by Kenneth Clay
The farm-house kitchen is silent as Joe DeMarcy begins to plate the food. He had just spent the day harvesting his crops and slaughtering cows. Now, it’s potatoes and steak for dinner. The kitchen light, flickers and hums, creating this weird vibration that...
by Kenneth Clay
We dropped Coach off at a diner. After that we drove from North Carolina to Maryland in the span of a day. None of us wanted to pay the tolls, so we were forced to use the back-roads. Trust me when I say this, you do not know monotony until you’ve just spent an...
by Kenneth Clay
After Jack picked us up on the side of the road, we decided to head out of West Virginia, and go up to Pennsylvania. Jack had asked if he could drive. He didn’t have a license, (I feel the need to explain that it only took one driving test to get my license. If...
by Kenneth Clay
What’s strange about addiction, is that it essentially functions like a glitch in the brain. Supposedly, our brains exist to keep us alive. So, why is it possible to be so addicted to something, that it kills you? Is this God’s mistake? According to...
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...
