Sex, Drugs, and Motorcycles

“On a bike, you’re not watching the Movie – you’re in the Movie. The wind is whipping. The bugs are kissing. You’re in it. The Movie is everywhere you are. It rains, you get wet. Sun shines, you get dry. Oil slick on a curve, and you’re tasting gravel for a mid-day snack.”

Short stories, flash fiction, pseudo-poetry and aaron allen’s artwork – it’s all here. Waiting for you to sneak a peak. Saints, dealers, junkies and whores; abandoned and lost souls looking for something, anything to fill the void. So, get on that bad motor scooter and ride till the credits roll.