Tagged: Dan Sutton


Chicago, 3:10 AM

North and Damen 3:10 AM The L train grinds. His mind burned out, Smoking Joe is playing with toys. Snort and swallow: Sinuses burn; A bitterness behind the tongue: Something to chase away the...



“Fuck it,” I said, What’s the point? You push and you push, and it doesn’t matter because… “But wouldn’t it be nice,” she said, “if everything were different. Then we could…” But things aren’t...