Pain Compliance

Misty rain filled the cold night air. My breath came out in a fog under the street lights. I looked up at the cross street sign. I didn’t recognize the name. I’d started the night out in Belltown. Crowds were thin, and I was pacing myself. I’d made fast friends with the bartender, who had … More…

The Little Things

I poured two shots of Irish and handed one to my neighbor. It was quarter after seven on a Friday, and the sun was dipping low. I chased it with a handful of pills and a cocktail of aminos. Token gestures for a lost cause. It was a mild evening, and full of promise. We … More…