The New Stud
You grumble to yourself, kicking the shredded tire on your old car. Typical, of all the places, and of all the times to have your car die on you! The middle of nowhere, in the county of fucking nothing! You sigh and run a shaking hand through your...
The Riotor
The Rioter The smell of burning rubber filled the air as I shuffled in place. Despite the burning fires that surrounded me, the chilling air still made itself known. I could hear the shouts down the alleyway, the wet feet running to position in...