Maria awoke with a McDonald’s breakfast on her mind but it never materialized in her belly, instead dining on stale Doritos and a warm can of Mountain Dew. Maria had slept in her car again last night. Joel had relapsed and succumbed to his demons, embarking on a scary drinking binge that forced Maria outContinue reading “The Eupeptic Sex of Maria Lynn Fuego”
Crumbling Asphalt 