Monthly Archives: August 2014

     I pulled into the motel’s parking lot and noticed four scruffy men standing on the second floor balcony outside two open doors. This was a motel where you entered your room from the outside. Two of the guys … Continue reading →

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, clippers in hand. The first pass of the blade started on the neck just above the Adam’s apple. It moved upwards over the curve of the chin advancing toward my lower lip, … Continue reading →