By Anonymous In that cold dark garage… Standing on top of a matte black Honda Civic, wheels falling off the frame and windshield shattered to bits. Mounting it as if only to assert dominance over having successfully reached the end of the ghost ride. An owl flew by, and I looked the other way, knowing what it meant. The tow truck will struggle to fit in these tight quarters. It’ll be a headache, but once it’s in police impound I’m clean of this. What a trek I’ve had since. Moving this paper weight will be easy enough. $6,000, a car, and my favorite hoodie. If I went through it again,…

By joe Jimmy is the only man who genuinely believed I was a saint. He held me in as high regard as any man could. I knew Jimmy for what he was passionate and punishing. I never idolized the man but instead cherished him dearly as my brother. It is tough to say what our propensity for pain is, but Jimmy’s was deep and unrelenting. He was as unforgiving of self as any man could be and this, this is how I will remember him. Let it go, brother. Let it go.