[Fiction] A trip from the Jersey Shore to jail:

My usual connection wasn’t by the pier on the beach. It started to rain, so I pulled my shirt over my head and ducked under the pier. It stank like hell under there, like fish guts and piss. Thunder boomed and the sky tore open. It couldn’t last, though. These summer showers only run about 10 minutes. I was squeezing out my shirt when a homeless guy came up to me from out of the back.

“Hey, you smoke pot?” he asked. The man was hunched over and wasted. He looked like Keith Richards without a guitar.

“Why do you want to know?” I asked.

“Some guy was here and he dropped a bag by accident.”

“Motherfuckerland.” (Chapter One) — Ed Lin, Giant Robot

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