Tires screeching, rubber burning, two hundred on the dash, fast pace lifestyle. Formula one. The engine roared as he fishtailed away from another crime scene. He avoided another white chalk, yellow tape moment. He was cursed. He was tired, but his eyes were on the road. Seat was up, he was hugging the wheel. Rear-viewingContinue reading “The Play CHAPTER IV”


Whew! He just made it out of another sticky one. Now, his nerves were all shaky and shit. Paranoid. Chain smoking his lungs to cancer. Fuck it! Mad bullshit was on his chest. Feculent! His next move was as opaque as a rock. He was dancing to no beat. Eyes wide open, he couldn’t sleep.Continue reading “The Play CHAPTER III”