A racketeer by way of debauched adolescent. It was the only forseeable at the time. It’s easy to cast blame, sure. But it was a them or me. I’m a simple animal. I chose to meet my immediate needs. It had to be […]
The port has sailed. Swept by hurricane winds, lifting it clear off the shore. Ships caught in it’s wake clink and crumple against the crashing waves, like tin cans on the back of a newly wed car bound for a beginning.