The Bullshiter's Club: Three Month Later
Maj double-checked the emergency brake of his tiny hatchback as the sun started to set behind the steep hill. He got out of the car and walked over to the club. It was still early, the music wasn't cranked up so loud. The dog tending bar gave him a nod...
The Roommate
The red digits of the clock-radio read 8:45 as Daniel pulled himself out the window of the townhouse bedroom he rented for a smoke. He wasn't sure why, exactly, that he felt the need to hide the fact that he enjoyed a pipe. Maybe it was because his...