My Friend Red

I met my friend Red when I was fourteen, at Jimmy Kavanagh’s birthday party. We were roller-skating at the Roll-A-Rama off Highway 431, behind the Taco Bell and the storage unit facility where, four years later, Red’s dad blew his own head off with a 12-gauge. I was sitting inside the roller rink on a … Continue reading My Friend Red


The Wrong Kind of Vacation: Part 1

I shucked off my pants and jacket and hung them over the stall door. Peru had been fun, but I was ready to get home. Cam and I had been there just a little over ten days, which wasn’t really that long at all. But we’d only planned on ten days. We were both fresh … Continue reading The Wrong Kind of Vacation: Part 1