Latibule
Daybreak A gradual head-slide of oily dirt making its grand rounds, my hair keeps people at a comfortable distance, except for the other grease heads: downtrodden musicians dedicated to the grind, autistic gamers who excel in AP Calculus and Pokémon battles, the 3rd shift FedEx loader who stacks boxes like Tetris. My people, perhaps. For the most part though, I… Read more →