The rules of crossing the bridge are simple. Also, it’s just one. Not sure why we

I was in a philosophy class at the time. As always, I’d started out bored. I’d

            That frigid morning rang out bright and dutiful as the two boys tramped the snow-covered

“No offense, but who comin’ to you for surgery? Your hands shakin’ like a motherfucker.” Her

Never before in my life had I been liberated by sound. And it was constant. And