Narrative Stories

The second I saw that dirty skank I knew that couldn’t be her truck. She’d never made more than minimum wage and there wasn’t a financer in the world that was going to sell her something that big and definitely not that new. Maybe she could trick some new idiot into lending her a piece of shit old chevy, even I let her drive my ’08, but come on. A truck like that? Not a fuckin’ chance. When I saw her, I had just left my b...

It’s affection is want based. The more you want it the more it likes it. There is a streak of madness and sadistic pleasure when it makes itself accessible. The game plan is extremely simple and easy to decipher once you concentrate on its past and the reasons when this all began. It was tormented in the beginning, between being black or white. And then one fine day after many injuries to its great expectations, it decide...