I met my new roommate, John Clark Hoover, on the first day at college. He was spread out on a multicolored quilt reading Slaughterhouse Five, smoking a joint. He greeted me with a simple wave of his jointed hand without taking his eyes off the book’s page. He eventually offered me a toke, which I […]
Fiction: Black Bottom
The day I move from Black Bottom to Dreher Park, I’ve got on my favorite shoes, green Converses with yellow laces. From the Dreher Park preps watching us move in, a few whispers and pointing at my shoes. At 12, I give a shit, but things are going to get a lot worse than a […]