Two months ago I had been arrested. I had been running from the law and living the sweet life of escape for two years. I had been squatting in an old abandoned house at the edge of town with my partne...
The smell of urine and old garbage assaulted my nostrils as I sat on the dirty, tattered, old, couch. A glass and wood coffee table sat in front of me. A Domino’s pizza box stood open. Cold, half-eate...