“The Surrender” by John Jeremiah
I had talked myself into a luxurious three-bedroom apartment in a classic Tudor building in Jersey City. It was 1969. Back then, a suit and a little grooming would suffice if accompanied by a few months’ rent . . .
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“Sunday Smack” by Valda Moore
This Sunday morning seems different for some reason . . .
“The Butcher and the American” by Andrew Cotto
The American walked the ancient Italian countryside on unsteady feet. It was a familiar path, but he had been up very, very late with guests from the States, toasting to liberal optimism with liberal quantities of Tuscan wine. They had, essentially, drunk all night, waiting for election results from the States, which didn’t report until three a.m. Italian time that Barack Obama had become the forty-fourth president of the United States . . .
“Falling Asleep” by Joseph C. Grantham
Philip buys an ounce of smack. Craig and I don’t even know what smack is until he brings it over—we thought it might have been food . . .
“Acid on the Fourth of July” by Amber Drea
For our first date, we decided to drop acid on the Fourth of July, 1998 . . .
“White Noise” by Jason Bertucci
I don’t understand cocaine
philosophically . . .
“Sophie Wins” by Michael Morshed
After writing a suicide letter addressed to her fiancé, Sophie tooted three fat lines of heroin, then downed some pills just to make sure . . .
“Eve” by Vincent Poturica
Breathing hard, Eve unlaces her shoes. She knocks them together and watches the sand fall onto the wooden stairs. She stretches her legs and watches the black waves. Eve runs every morning before sunrise, past the jetty and all the way to the sea caves. She feels better when she’s exhausted . . .