Cutch shifted gears as he sped along 95. He had just gotten out of traffic in Bridgeport. He still had a solid two hours of driving to Providence ahead of him.

“Joy,” he groaned, moving his hand off the stick shift and picking up his iPod. He flipped through a few songs before settling on ‘Communication Breakdown’ by Led Zeppelin. He ( Read more... )

Fall of 1999. Providence, Rhode Island.

The two teenagers stood on the corner of Thayer Street at the bus stop, kicking rocks down into the abyss of the bus tunnel. The occasional passerby glanced over suspiciously, but most people were too busy hurrying into the nearby Starbucks or further down the street to the Brown buildings to take notice ( Read more... )