I woke with a headache. My clothes were soaked with sweat. It was ten after two in the afternoon. I shuffled to my sad little kitchen and took a pull from the bottle sitting on the counter. The cabinet I’d pulled it from hung open still. Dirty light filtered through the shades. The...

I slid onto a stool at the end of the bar and set my hat and jacket beside me. I looked down the wood to my left. Someone was parked in my usual seat. The morning girl smiled at me from behind the taps. She set a menu down in front of me. “Having breakfast?” she...

“Hey, thank you again for volunteering!” The doctor stuck out a meaty palm. His grasp was soft for a man with hands that large. EdD, I noticed on the paperwork. He seemed genuinely excited. I got the feeling not many people opted to spend the twenty minutes and speak their minds. I...

When a man walks into a bar, he carries the weight of his entire life on his shoulders. All the mistakes he's ever made, and all of his regrets. His eyes are tired. His face throws long shadows. His hand lays heavy on his glass.