By: Katie Callen
It was the summer.
Hot, unforgiving, steam ridden misery; the kind that makes you want lay naked in the kiddy pool out in the yard and slamming back cold beers while popping meds to dull the sense of feeling.
No need for the hard stuff, I said to myself, this will only make things worse.
But this uneasy unrest… this wild feeling won’t leave my brain.
The amount of weed I ingested trying to fight the urge to do this most unneeded demon wasn’t working. What is to come of the day?
Where will I go? Who will go with me?
You need a copilot for this shit. Without one you will become lost. But lost lost is what I seem to be any way, so why worry? But in this mad world I will need someone.
The massive conundrum is that I have no idea where I am in this strange town, in the middle of all these winding red dirt roads, with only stop signs, and no fucking map to tell me where I am.
I must seek out locals to guide me down this sick and twisted fate which lies ahead for the day if I am going to survive to tell the tale that is soon to unveil itself to me. Continue reading