When Charlie drinks, he drinks. He was drinking again. And he wasn't alone, which made the situation about 200% more potentially dangerous than it was about 3 minutes ago. With Charlie were Jack and Buzz "Da Hustler". I hated them. I hated them like nothing I've ever hated before ( Read more... )

The sun was a bright red and dull orange in the far distance, and it was setting just over the bridge there. The air was starting to get cold, and the sky was starting to darken, but she wouldn't come in. She didn't want to. She loved sunsets. She was addicted to them. And this was the first clear sunset she was laying eyes upon for a fucking ( Read more... )