Part 2: Upstairs I found the door to my room still closed, Doug’s open. I knocked on the door frame. “Just picking up my bag,” I said. Henry, Doug’s roommate, looked up from where he was lying in bed reading The Economist. Four empty beer bottles stood on the desk next to his head and […]

(Since Daron and I are in Barcelona until next week, this seemed like a good time to give you the glimpse of Jonathan I’ve been working on. This takes place in 1986. -ctan) Part 1: I jerked awake. I had fallen asleep while studying at the library. Damn this place for having these comfy chairs […]