Excerpt: Long Past Stopping by Oran Canfield
Monday, November 23rd, 2009“How did this shit happen to me? I didn’t ask for any of it. Not that I was complaining, but how many thirteen-year-olds had gotten drunk, smoked pot, and sniffed cocaine in the back of a police car?”
Sitting on Raul’s porch on Friday night, I could hear the town start to come alive. Conversations, arguments, [...]