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...
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....
