I’d just parked my truck at the Toledo Pilot Truck Depot. I had a piece of pie at the diner, scored some speed in the men’s restroom and headed across the street to the bar. I told myself I’d wait before I got on the road to smoke, but I couldn’t wait. I went into the bathroom, took the light bulb out, and used my torch lighter to get high. Once I was spinning again, I went back out the bar. I was now on super prowl for anything a fight, a grift, a chick, anything. That’s when I saw her across the room, she took off her ring and I knew it was easy prey. I pulled up my Levis, tucked in my flannel shirt, sauntered over, and sat down beside her on the empty wobbly stool, unsure if it was the seat, or the legs, so I leaned over closer to her. “What’s y...
These are various short stories I have written. In forms of parody, crime noir, stream of consciousness, and flash fiction. I'd love your feedback and or comments.