Jimmy’s Room Jimmy hung up the phone and took another bong hit. Even through the mellow from his nicely decelerated synapses he was beginning to wonder if calling that cop dude had been such a hot idea. But you know what, fuck Dale, he thought. Jimmy had tried to do right by him, give him […]
Jimmy’s Call Hot. So fucking hot. Hard to believe it’s planet Earth. Shit, maybe it isn’t. How can it be raining and this hot? Sommers is screaming at a kid. Farmer. Maybe fourteen. Frozen, staring at Sommers, his mouth wide open, too scared to drop the basket he’s holding. Sommers has his M16 in the […]
Dale The soccer field was ablaze with the lowering autumn sun. From the shadows amid a rise of white pines behind the bleachers, Dale watched the players dart and kick, their breath pluming in great misty clouds. Dale was particularly interested in this scrimmage because he’d hurled a few pinecones onto the field before practice. […]
The Friends of Bill “YOU’RE ONLY AS SICK AS YOUR SECRETS” was written on the chalkboard. There was a Rubbermaid tub full of sodas at the back of the room and a tray of cookies. No coffee, unlike any other N.A. meeting Sam had attended, and no smoking either (the tolerance of which had been, […]