[From Max] I woke in a daze, curled up meekly beneath my motel sheets.  It took a moment for the outside world to register, and I fumbled for my phone. No messages. I reached for the TV remote and thumbed my way to the news without crawling out from under the covers.  I needed food and...

[From Max] I rolled into Portland just after sundown on a Friday.  The Occupy movement was in full swing, and Stanhope was in town.  Two unrelated events with potential entertainment value.  I threw a change of clothes and one of my pistols in my gym bag and hit the road. I don’t...

[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...

“You’ve never been swimming in the ocean!?” Hack didn’t believe me.  I lived on the Gulf for almost a year and never once touched the water there.  The beaches are man-made, the water brown and filthy.  Swimming was low on my to-do list. Rhode Island, on the other...

A love story . . .

A reality check ruins a moment of triumph.

My name is Max, and I'm looking for a good bad time.

Scotty and I explore Atlanta. Free booze, hot women, and failure . . .

A long, awful night in the woods.

A Cinqo-de-Mayo hookup goes wrong.

A night in Manhattan.

About a broken heart.