[From Max] I’m still at the airfield.  I’m never going to leave this fucking dump. My timeline gets pushed right every other day.  The captain in charge of scheduling the movement mentions it casually, in passing, and shrugs at me. “Oh, you’re leaving on the . ....

The night I met Jerome, they took him away in cuffs. He was in town for a Genitorturers show.  I knew him from message boards. We met for a drink and I tagged along to Dante’s. At some point he wandered into the crowd. Some dummy was trying to start a mosh and slammed his elbow into...

[From Max] It was sunny and pleasant when I pulled up to the old man’s trailer. Unseasonably warm for early November. Leaves still clung to the trees, or skittered across the street and stuffed themselves into the grassy little corners of unkempt lawns. “This can’t be it,” I...

[From Max] The last two weeks have dragged by.  I spent most of it working, hoofing it back and forth across KAF.  This place is short on charm. The wind picks up for days at a time and the air is thick with dust.  It has the texture of talcum powder.  We are not authorized to wear scarves...