“The place smelled of piss and mildew and stale beer. There was something else, too: the acrid sweat of the strung out—a smell that reminded me of the little cantinas in Bolivia where people in the coca trade use booze… — Erik Storey Copy Share Image
“The place smelled of piss and mildew and stale beer. There was something else, too: the acrid sweat of the strung out—a smell that reminded me of the little cantinas in Bolivia where people in the coca trade use booze… — Erik Storey Copy Share Image
“It would be nice, after this was over, to take a long raft trip. Maybe Jen and I could paddle through Westwater and its… — Erik Storey Copy Share Image
“Sandy escarpments rose up on the left and forested mesas hugged the right until we dropped off a hill and headed into the Rifle… — Erik Storey Copy Share Image
“I’m not a girl,” Allie said. Her eyes had narrowed to thin slits, and she stared at me as if begging for debate. “Sure,… — Erik Storey Copy Share Image
“The four men fidgeted, animated about something or other, eyes constantly searching, seeing and cringing at the spiders on the walls and the mothmen… — Erik Storey Copy Share Image
“In the rearview mirror I could see the tired old ball of atoms settle down in its bed of rocks and sand, pulling its… — Erik Storey Copy Share Image
“A sleek blue sports sedan with tinted windows appeared, moving too fast toward the park. I stepped out of the shadows and motioned to… — Erik Storey Copy Share Image
“Once I’d climbed out of the cab, I put my outstretched hand below the sun, thumb up, fingers parallel with the horizon, index finger… — Erik Storey Copy Share Image
“The fourth moved like a Benzedrine cat and hopped over Spike, came down, and tried to get me with a big right.” — Erik Storey Copy Share Image
“The place smelled of piss and mildew and stale beer. There was something else, too: the acrid sweat of the strung out—a smell that… — Erik Storey Copy Share Image
“The place smelled of piss and mildew and stale beer. There was something else, too: the acrid sweat of the strung out—a smell that… — Erik Storey Copy Share Image
