Personal Space Pilot
Space occupies my mind. I consider the distance between you and I. Leagues and years create an impassable chasm. Unable to find answers, my head is as good as…
Opportunistic Supplication
I turned away. What else could I do? Finally, the bartender was paying me some attention, a wide eyed stare of voyeurism, pity, and anxiety. I tapped the bar…
The 103 Proof Dragon
Everett didn’t know if it was the 7 shots that made him do it, but all the same, he upended the uncorked bottle of whiskey and placed it back onto the statue’s…
A Distillation of Despair
He felt the cold glass in his hand, its contents refracting the tattered fabric of the armchair in which he sat. His mouth burned, his vision swam. Drifting…
Now What, Let's Get em Drunk
It wasn’t just the anger that was getting to Glen, he scored bad coke from those punks in the trailer park on the outskirts of route 4. “What you boys doing?”…
Whiskey and Sin
The music occupied any and every space not occupied by the seething mass of gyrating bodies, all alcohol-fueled libido and swagger. Reston was as out of place…
Expectations of the Bottle Deflty Swung
Nearly void of its recent distilled contents, the bottle glinted in the array of lights in the bar. The yellow light over the pool table shone through its…
God: Hope He's Into Numbers
I don’t have to go far to find a place to wash the sticky feelings from my mind. You never do in a city this size. Holy water may cleanse the soul, but liquor…
The Receipt
The only thing on the receipt was 14 bottles of Jim Beam whiskey. Julia sighed and dropped the receipt back onto the table. Why in the heavens did Frank insist…