Isaac always managed to scrounge up the craziest shit after a failed show. Beck could sense it as Isaac smiled serenely in the passenger seat, the potholed street rattling their combined life-savings in music equipment. Whatever drug it was, it couldn’t be worse than someone spilling their beer on Beck’s custom pedal board. Which already...
In Laika’s drafty little town there was only one library. It was a shuddering wooden thing converted from the shell of an old church. Laika would lie on his belly on the alphabet rug in the children’s section, yellowed light seeping onto the pages of his book about space. Laika knew the universe was going...
