Linda walked alone to meet Ronnie at the lot. With each footstep, her nipples rubbed against the shirt her mom had ironed. It hurt and embarrassed her, but made her feel worldly and older than fifteen. Gone were the days… Continue Reading
“Fuck you, Miller! I’m not speeding up. You’re dragging.” Jake jumps up and kicks the drum stand. The snare crashes to the floor. “Fucking loser,” he says, stomping out the door. Not this shit again. I put down the mike… Continue Reading
I quit the band after our drummer cracked up the van while steering with his knees and rolling a joint. Now instead of sleeping all day and staying up all night, I’m stuck in this hospital basement from nine to… Continue Reading