Stand Alone

The diner let out at two and I didn’t crashed at the hotel until around three, which meant when my alarm went off at six, I seriously considered throwing my phone… [See More on Patreon]

The rest of the day Andrea worked my ass off. She’d never been the handy type and always saw herself as a “supervisory” when there was work… [See More on Patreon]

Mom needed to go cover the front desk, which left me and Andrea on our own. When I’d been younger, and she still lived with us, she would take me to get breakfast, just the two of us, on Sundays. It wasn’t Sunday, but I hadn’t… [See More on Patreon]

I’d hung out with the crew a bunch of times, but this was my first time to their shop, and it was kind of exactly what I expected it would be. The shop had taken over J.R.’s … [See More on Patreon]

The water heater was making noise again. I’d been working through Mom’s repair list since I’d gotten back from the marina. Things had been kind of all over the place since I’d gotten … [See More on Patreon]

Finding the lost father was only the beginning. By the time the last guests drifted off toward the parking lot, I’d made a dozen rounds refilling drinks, helped break down the dance floor while the DJ still had one song left to play, and convinced a very drunk groomsman into letting an equally drunk bridesmaid […]