Read me a poem about loss I say.
Are you on the mend? I say.
I shake my head no.
That One Morning, The Whiskered Auklet
I took the Top of the World Highway till it turned into the Taylor Highway till it turned into Chicken,…
Blackjack
You sit at a $5 minimum bet table to play heads-up with the dealer, but an old man sits to your right, his silver chest hair poking through the buttons of his Hawaiian shirt.