I had only been in the hospital for 24 hours and I needed a drink. I mean I really needed a drink.  My hands were

I woke up. Or was it come to? Maybe the Angels transported me. I think it was probably the Devil. The sinner express.  Alcohol fueled,

  The sound of shifting gears woke me up. I sat up on and watched as an ancient truck loaded with hay went pass. I

I walked. I really had no place in mind but I walked. I walked through crisscross streets lined with family filled homes, the occasional dog

I was moved to a rehabilitation hospital. For us Veterans.  There were several other soldiers that I did my physical therapy with. We all were

Mr. Bittner? Mr. Bittner? Richard?” An angel was calling me. She was just past the fog. I had an irresistible urge to go find the

The bus pushed into the night. I was tired but I did not dare go to sleep. I did not have enough whiskey to ensure

I stood in the Greyhound terminal looking at a big board of arrivals and departures. There were buses going anywhere and everywhere. The city bus dumped

I did not go to the funeral. I did not want to see Anna. Sweet Anna, who turned out to be a witch. I was