• Salvation by Donald Glass

    Wind blows the snow into a swirling mist of pain as he shuffles along the sidewalk. Through ragged shoes Mother Nature assaults his swollen and blistered feet. Three toes were black the last time he checked. He supposes they are rotting even now as he stumbles along, he doesn’t care. He can no longer feel […]

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  • Down Swingin’ by Donald Glass

    The Scorpions have the best parties; you just have to know who not to fuck with. I’ll tell you who that is … nobody. As long as you’re cool with the MC they’re mostly cool with you. I’ve never been a club member, never wanted to be.  I’ve always been independent, making my own rules, […]

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