A story about Florida, marijuana, mistaken assumptions, and how I ended up trying to interview a jail inmate while high as balls.
A story about superstition, axes, fear, fire, and a long night that could have ended in murder.
A story of young love, speed, punk rock festivals, low-level crime, and Gainesville.
I met a pair of cousins who dealt Oxy in Pensacola Beach at a bar called Crabs, and naturally I assumed they'd be my best friends.
When a baby raccoon approached me, I imagined I had made a new friend, but things gradually took a turn for the weird.