Classic Rock Club Prologue
"Dillon! Have you unpacked yet?" My mother's voice carried with it a certain accusation, though I didn't blame her. I was often wont to shirk what I was supposed to be doing to do... Well anything else, really. But this was different. Had to make sure...
Smoke Break
It had been rough, to say the least. One order after another, burger after burger. The smell of grease and minimum wage permeated the kitchen after the cluster fuck of that Friday evening rush. Of course three buses of kids wanted their fast food right...