Old Crow Medicine Show: Wagonwheel

It's 8:30-something AM and Riley and I are sitting in the dorm cafeteria before class. "There's this guy," he said that morning. "He looks like him." Oh yeah? I said, biting into a hardened bagel. Bradley had been dead for a couple of months. I made a face; shaking out the crumbs from my sweater.... Continue Reading →

Did you know it was over?

I shake my head. Doesn’t matter what I say though, you’ll think I did. Not true, I’m open to a new narrative. Oh please, I say – putting up my hand. You’re not above a self-serving narrative, G, no matter how ‘woke’ you are. He doesn't disagree.                         I was checked out before you proposed,... Continue Reading →

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