by Kenneth Clay
Alright, let’s take a little break. Relax. Breathe in. Feel it flow through your chest cavity, and your nose. Stretch a little bit. I decided to put a pause here, because I think you need it. We’ve ended on a bit of a high-note, so I feel this is welcome....
by Kenneth Clay
Payte walks around his small Arizona town at night. He has his vape, a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter on him. In the pocket of his shirt is a fifth of Popov vodka that he sips on. He gave a homeless man twenty bucks for it, and bought him breakfast with that money....
by Kenneth Clay
It’s hard to put into words where I’m at right now. The little poster of neon pyramids on my wall kind of swarms and swirls. Slowly, but surely, reality is breaking down. It’s like I’m just the tiniest drop in an infinite oceans. My ego is...
by Kenneth Clay
Depending on the article you read, psychologists will say that there are a certain number of types of loneliness. Whether it’s three, seven, or fifteen, there are different types of loneliness, which boil down to two main types. These are: 1. Existential...
by Kenneth Clay
When Cameron first saw my car, he mentioned going to Seligman, AZ and, “seeing what my car can do.” Seligman was a 120 miles away, and I had three-hundred miles. I also had ten-dollars for gas money. I called up Cameron and he answered rather quickly. “What’s...
by Kenneth Clay
It began five days ago. Josiah had called me up, saying that his babymama was gone for the week, and invited everyone to stay while she was gone. He ordered us all to bring alcohol, cigarettes, vapes, weed, and food. It was going to be a wild fucking week. I was at my...
