Submissions by HippieWithAHolster

The keys jingle in his hand as the twenty one year old remembers once again how far he is from being a man
The door shuts behind him and as the cowboy boots click down the hall
Coming down from period of drunkenness stretching from the trivial, most classes fell in this category in his eyes, accounting class that morning into deep night; he crosses the parking deck and begins scanning for the midnight blue car he so desperately wants to abandon all the while holding onto the thriving carcass of insecurities and present baggage that the dust ridden BMW from a repressed decade drags...