They volunteered to ride with me because I’m not ‘old’, like my sister and parents, but I’m not quite one of them either, even if I am screwing one of them on a daily basis. Carter’s yummy smell of soap and detergent entices me from his spot in the passenger seat, his long...
It’s late and the apartment is quiet. I’ve got a writing journal next to me on the bed, opened to a blank, wordless page. I pick up the phone and slide my thumb over the screen. What are you doing? Nothing—can’t sleep. Me eit...