False Start

Friday night, we were in San Angelo to play Central High, and I almost wondered why I came. I felt like dead weight as I came down the tunnel from the San Angelo locker rooms with the rest of the team as the guys jogged past me toward the field. A few of them, Mickey, […]

If I thought class was hard to deal with, practice was even worse. Not from their perspective, I guess. Gabriel was running the offense fine, hitting his throws, and making decent reads. He seemed ready to start his first game, which is what really sucked. It wasn’t that I wanted him to do badly; I […]

The operations compartment was quiet. Innes had been here most of the night himself, working through the handover, a pile of new responsibilities that came with his temporary command. Sleep had been sporadic at best, with four hours snatched between reviewing duty rosters, untangling the administrative backlog Wexler had left behind, and trying… [See More […]

Monday morning was worse than I expected. My first two classes were filled with people who either kept staring at me or wanted to offer what I’m sure they thought was sympathy, but which only pissed me off… [See More on Patreon]

Dad left around nine to handle insurance paperwork and make phone calls. I told him I’d be fine, I wasn’t going anywhere. He didn’t laugh. My back hurt. The medication helped, but every… [See More on Patreon]

The week crawled by with no answers. Dad heard through a law enforcement buddy he’d had do some discreet drive-bys that someone matching Mom’s description might be staying with Yogi Theodor, the quack healer she’d been seeing, but they weren’t able to confirm anything, and her car… [See More on Patreon]