Smoking Spectators
Short Story I was with Slick, smoking pot. We were hotboxing my car in the Kroger parking lot. It was dark out, around ten o’clock at night, and we were very high. My...
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Short Story I was with Slick, smoking pot. We were hotboxing my car in the Kroger parking lot. It was dark out, around ten o’clock at night, and we were very high. My...
Serial Story “What happened?” I asked; I knew what happened. “You nodded off and got sick. I let myself in to get some stuff; and found you on the ground. You were still...
“Feel free to use the shower by the way”, Kevin said. “There is a blue towel hanging up in the bathroom, it’s clean.” “Thanks”, Tim said, “A shower would be good, I still feel...