Justice

This is from a school journal I found lying on the street. What follows is sea sickness, famine, and one hellish night spent on a floating plank of wood in black freezing water. That’s enough to seize the darkest corners of insanity … because she stole a lighter. Stay tuned.

A Crack Head

Today was senior ditch day for the class of ’08 and we went to Seacliff Beach, a little past Ventura. When we got there there was this really cool hut made from drift wood that we basically stayed by the whole time. I was sitting under it and the corner of this was sticking out.