AVATAR Mutant John doesn’t smile much, but when he opens the door of his ground floor flat and sees me he beams so widely and toothily that he looks like someone else. I slip off my sunglasses, stow them in my bag, then look up at him. As we stand there i...
This is the second part to my story about my neighbor. I encourage you to read Part One first. ***** After that first day I spent with Erin, I had enjoyed cooking out steaks for the three of us. Mike told me stories about how boring it was to live around...
This story is one from years back that I’ve been meaning to tell. It’s primarily about this fiery lass named Erin that I met after moving to a new apartment. I was inside unpacking boxes last Friday night when I heard the familiar rumble of a Harley roar...
