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By Andy Itwaru
I could feel the last remnants of my initial high slowly fade away and turn into lethargy as I mustered up enough strength to refill my bong bowl with the last bit of the half oz I had picked up with the money from the last cheque Iâ€™d received at my job before Iâ€™d quit several...
Short Story | Updated Aug 2, 2012 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ronnie Steele
It is a humorous poem about the difficulty of getting police help when you need it... and how that difficulty was overcome.
Poetry | Updated May 6, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Awoken in a strange place, Marcus searches the depths of the land for a way home.