I don't know if you've ever driven I-80 through Nebraska, but it's a long stretch of road that seems endless. It's mile after mile of unchanging scenery and asphalt that barely moves an inch in any direction. It will exhaust every song on the radio, every playlist on your phone, every podcast you meant to catch up with and sooner or later you find yourself i...
Revised version copyright 2014 by the author. * The cab of the big rig is huge and cool. I smell leather, diesel fuel, and cigarette smoke. The place hums with the vibration of the idling engine. I turn to the trucker sitting in the driver's seat, his eyes frank with lust. One rough hand rests on his denim-clad thigh, the thumb moving back and forth over...
I bought a new house that needed some landscaping done. I live in the desert and we use a lot of gravel for landscaping, grass is difficult and takes a lot of water to maintain! I ordered a bunch of gravel for the new house and a bit for the old house to fill in where some of it had thinned over the last few years. I met the delivery driver at the new house...
Mike was cruising down the street doing what heterosexual men did best. Looking for pussy. He was spending the night in the house he grew up in. Mike was raised by his grandparents, and he grew up on their farm until he turned 18 six years ago, when he moved back east to go to Harvard. Now he was in town for a couple of days to finalize the selling of his gr...
The moon was sleeping, the night alone to spread its darkness over the landscape. Landscape was a sort of glorified term in this case, if I'm honest. At least it was dark. Helps to cover the ugly I suppose. On one side of the road, there was a near never ending stream of pine trees, swaying slightly with the cold winter's wind. The other side was a mixture...
I can hardly believe this happened to me, it was so freaky. I am a young white guy, 23 years old, and just a regular guy, really. I am only about 5'7" tall, and 145 pounds, so I would be lying if I said I was a lady killer. I wish I had a great looking girlfriend, but with my baby face and my crappy job, I don't think that's going to be happening any time so...
Nebraska to New York. Nebraska to New York. Nebraska to New York. I guess I've been driving that route for over fifteen years now. It was a long trip and it was a boring trip. Long hours at the wheel of my eighteen-wheel refrigerated trailer-truck, delivering meat from the heartland to the East Coast. I had a good steady job with Macon, Mitchell and Marlin,...
The Snow Man – Part 1 Alex was driving on the interstate about fifty miles west of Denver when the world turned white. First came the blanket of fog, then thin sheets of snow that blew in over the rocks on either side of the highway and drifted, snakelike, across the pavement. The snow flakes became bigger and heavier. Soon the road signs were unreadable an...
On the night of his eighteenth birthday Henry waited until after the cake had been eaten, his few meager gifts had been unwrapped and his parent's gone off to bed, and then he slipped out of his bedroom, down the stairs and quietly out the back door. He had a few possessions in his old Boy Scout backpack, a couple of changes of clothing in a duffel bag, and...
I had two weeks of vacation and planned to enjoy my time off with a canoe trip through Minnesota's Boundary Waters. My girlfriend couldn't get away from work, so I was on my own. I loaded the truck with my fishing gear, tied the canoe on top and left Portland late Sunday night. By Monday afternoon, I was flying down State Highway 20 in the middle-of-fucking-...