The Morning After

The alarm screamed its unwelcome demand, echoing mercilessly through the exhaustion that shrouded the entirety of his being.  He was far too old to try to keep up with young rockstars.  Incessant throbbing in his head reminded him of his idiocy.  Garrett reached for the ibuprofen he kept on his bedside table, poured out a... Continue Reading →

Ghosts and Dreams – Wreck Room

Smoke and the sticky sweet stink of stale booze was all he could smell. Guess that’s what you get when you live your life in back alley bars playing music for a living.  Garrett figured he had as good a chance of dying of lung cancer as anything else, even though he had never smoked... Continue Reading →

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