2013 let’s do this.
It was raining as though the sky were weeping and that would make perfect sense for how dreary and gray it was outside. The red bricks beneath my feet look slick however I find no trouble maneuvering across the parking lot. Second street market greets me by painted wall mural. Words letters, fruit, vegetables and flowers.
“Gonzo journalism!” I exclaim. Badtz nods her head vigorously in agreement. Her thick dark bangs bop up and down over her forehead. “We’ll start a new wave of the genera!” We sit in a room about eight feet long and six feet wide. This might seriously be a storage closet. “I’m going to start introducing you as my lawyer.”
October 7th 2012, I sit on the floor of my bedroom with my laptop glowing before me. My butt hurts…
Second to Fifth I park in the shadow of the witches tower. The gray chunk of abandoned manufacturing facility stands…