The time on my phone read 2:47 PM. I was late. 7 minutes, to be exact. However, he seemed like the type of person who would be understanding of outside factors, such as heavy traffic on the 5. After all, he made his living as an actor and was no stranger to the congested freeways … Continue reading Little Bar on the Corner
Month: December 2019
Torn Hoodie
I reached toward the pile of clothes for my rumpled up Nirvana shirt, needing something to wipe the sweat from my brow. After a few quick dabs across my face, I tossed the faded black shirt to the edge of the bed and collapsed back onto the pillows. On the opposite side of the bed, … Continue reading Torn Hoodie
The Follies of a Postmodern Xennial 