Paul pulled up to the intersection, a forty year-old man riding a BMX bicycle. His blonde hair still long, his arms covered in tattoos and until I called out “What’s up?” He probably wouldn’t a recognized me unless I did. I saw him there, in his wife-beater and black and white high-tops, staring in what...

First week of school and I just got no time to post.

Layin’ here, my brain paralyzed, like it’s takin’ an extended holiday on Long Island or something, a loud clash of cords bein’ crunched escapes my stereo speakers and for once I can barely hear the noise comin’ offa the streets below my window, as outside Saturday night rushes into a grand finale of stupidity: the...

It’s 3am and the speed dealer that lives across the hall appears to be moving out. From what I can see thru my apartment door’s peephole it looks like he’s got a few tattered cardboard boxes placed in front of his doorway and after stoppin’ to stare, lookin’ back and forth, up and then down...