There are sounds that come from trees that he cannot explain or identify. He understands the sounds are emanating from bugs or birds, but with no visible origin...
He would rather get high than go see his dad. He hated this. That he didn’t even like hard enough drugs to justify a decision like this, that somehow it was laz...
Teddy Burnette is a writer living in Manhattan. His fiction has appeared in Expat Lit Journal and Maudlin House. He can be found on Twitter at @teddyburnette.