“I always wanted to be Agent 99, and my dad always played Dick Smart,” Anna said as she threw her rollerskates into her disparately arranged trunk. She looked at the random contents in the back of her car, studying them. “If you ever need a cowboy hat, rollerskates, or a violin seranade, I’m your woman.” […]

I stared at the moon through a haze of cigarette smoke. I looked at the shadow of my hand as it glided toward my mouth, in an ominous fashion… reminding me of a scene from a film noir movie - the name leaves me. 1am. I punch the stereo button, and Morrissey yelps “that joke […]

I walked into the ominously antiseptic doctor’s office, and waited in the plastic chair… flipping nonchalantly through the pages of some family magazine. So, I have this cough… a collaborative effort of smoking and allergies. No suprises. But when he placed the isotope tracer across my chest… he mentioned something was a bit awry. My […]