1080

Going into fifth grade my Father married our Stepmother and we moved into the city. Calling Slocomb a city is like calling Dothan “Birmingham”. Trust me, that killed in Alabama. We’d been living on my Father’s bosses property in a trailer that belonged to us. We had love if nothing else. When our Stepmother enteredContinue reading “1080”

Other Kids

Were playing with cars and I was learning how to make dream-catchers and shit. They do work, and the answer is psychological. When you make a dream catcher you’re supposed to let the nightmare have at you in every way it wants to come. It hurts, but it gives you something to do with yourContinue reading “Other Kids”