He said he used to play with the ‘Dead’, John explained to his asylum cell-mate while watching Sam strum his guitar as well as Jerry Garcia had in his day.
Smiling to himself, Sam reminisced about the nights spent in his dad’s mortuary.
Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
He said he used to play with the ‘Dead’, John explained to his asylum cell-mate while watching Sam strum his guitar as well as Jerry Garcia had in his day.
Smiling to himself, Sam reminisced about the nights spent in his dad’s mortuary.
I walked past gibbering madness, blank stares, hollow shells of men, and found the girl huddled in the corner. My diplomatic offer of flowers was met with a scream, a recoil, and a whisper: “They’re still alive, and I can hear their dying screams…”