we've all got our junk: vincent: mississippi, 2010
the bus ride home from school takes over an hour with nothing to look at but pine trees and roadkill; it’s just one of the things vincent hates about this place. he came home with a c on his report card last week, so he’s grounded for a while, not that there’s anything to do around here…
almost forgot about this one. an idea for a series of short stories based on the boys in my family.
