I-24 to Hell
“Come on, man, let’s go,” Robert said from the side of his mouth. “Why? What’s goin’ on?” I asked as I wiped the spit off with the arm of my shirt. “I broke the fuckin’ toilet,” he said switching to the other side so he wouldn’t spit on...
I-75 to Heaven
“So… do you like music?” the scantily clad brunette cooed. “Sure…but it depends on how do you define music,” tryin’ to be as suave as possible without giving away the almost siesuresque way my hands were trembling. “AC/DC, The Stones, The Doors… just...