They say,what is isolation?Is it something you confess?Something you relate to? Or something you have to guess?Like if you are left all alone in your home.For an year or half. You might feel broken.Torn,behalf.The yearning for someone's touch. And the sound of...

     Before we sped off on our death-ride, the full moon shone through the windshield of Billy’s red Ford pickup, which was idling in the hazy chill of an early spring night in front of our buddy Taylor’s...