March 28, 2018
Another nice thing about my stay at the Napawaupee County jail was that I finally learned how to do acid properly. The opportunity arose quite by chance.
It was in the spring, some time after Tim, formerly a king of the Latin Kings of Chicago, had joined the team, a week or two after Josh Schlotzsky had taken his dressing down from big Dave. Josh survived the incident without any noticeable hit to his self-image.
March 16, 2018
“I quit,” The President said.
“You quit?” The Vice President said.
“I quit,” The President said again.
“You can’t be serious?”
The President, soon to be ex-President, took a bite out of his Big Mac, forcing shredded lettuce to fall from his mouth like beautiful greasy comets, or like small greasy people leaping from the burning building of his hungry mouth.
The President was a large man and chewed accordingly,
March 14, 2018
“Ice cold water. One dollar. Ice cold water…”
I spit out the first sip and then guzzle as if that first sip was one of those dreams you forget. Here he comes. I get ready to greet him when he shakes his head and sweat particles fly into my unexpecting mouth. I’ve heard some things about Connolly from my uncle Darryl. Mostly positive.
“Ice cold water. One dollar.
March 13, 2018
They came from all across the Northern America’s. Oklahoma, New York, California, Edmonton, Toronto.
For the death of someone they couldn’t really even muster up something nice to say about.
I’m almost sure they just came to remember who they all were, where they all came from. Hoping they would all show up for them too.
A while later, we all stood on the edge, the same but different one.