I’ve always hated the smell of hospitals. The particular odor of death, urine, and bleach that’s unique to all hospitals and nursing homes f...

R ent was due, I was out of booze, and the only food I had left was half a jar of off brand jam. There wasn’t any work to be had. I tried se...

Walking home from the bar, it was dark and chilly the way January nights are in Phoenix; the traffic sped by unaware (it always is). I was ...