Art and War

Very rough draft. A reminder to all intelligent crit is always, always welcome.
At fifteen he decided he was going to be a painter. His mother said he could be anything he wanted to be. His father being dead didn’t have much of an opinion on the matter. He was not a frivolous boy and [...]

The Vain Ones

The jukebox sat hunkered down in the smoky corner of the bar and started playing Neil Young. And I mean old Neil Young, not that Crosby, Stills and Nash crap and if there’s one thing I loved it’s Neil Young singing out to my better self while I sat in a dark bar getting slightly [...]