Preacquaintance
Hands stuffed deep in my jacket pockets, I stand waiting in an all too familiar alley. I just couldn’t keep myself away from this place, despite repeated…
Residual Quintessance
I awake with a start, still feeling the sting of a shock gun on the back of my neck. Prying an odd piece of metal and plastic off my forehead, I notice my…
Memoraphilia
I curse the fact that my dealer is a traditionalist as I turn the corner into the dark alley, the heads up display in my glasses warning me I’m going off the…