It was partially through one of our extremely expensive, hour-long jail calls, that The Prince made a confession to me. … More
Tag: sleep
Trickling Ponds
I awoke to a persistent buzzing coming from next to my pillow. “Fuck, Vivian! Is that Peter again?” “Sorry, I … More
Sorry Charlie
I pulled into my local hardware store this morning to grab a few last minute things needed for work. I … More
The Invisible Instrument
After only having had a few hours of sleep I realized there was no way Slappie was going to let … More
Ghetto Celebrity
I followed Slappie out of the courtyard and down a cracked walkway to the house a few doors down. “Someone … More
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