Fogged Reflection

    I sat on the train; mind elsewhere, moving to the middle seat of an empty row while others chose to sit opposite me. I sat, searching for my earphones so I could escape the chill of the early morning that brought with it the reminder of the storm coming and the one I┬ájust … Continue reading Fogged Reflection


Ten Dollar Bill

"You never told me to bring anything.", my friend proclaimed this in front of a small group of people I actually like who were all by this point inebriated and a few were high as well. I took a pull of the small bong packed with some unknown strain of weed and smiled to my … Continue reading Ten Dollar Bill