Wade Harris

The UH-60 Crash Hawks chopped out a sound so deafening it offended god. In our headsets our pilot switched on Dream Theater’s Pull Me Under to drone out the bla...

For some reason, I felt better after a beer for breakfast. Bacon helped. Eggs, too. What didn’t was the seven-foot-tall AI nightmare glaring at me from the corn...

On break, fucking finally. Light another one of god’s cigarettes—Camel Turkish Royal. See some fuckin’ walkie talkie looking thing in the maintenance breakr...

This fucking digital asshole had No Good by Lynch Mob absolutely screaming through the 6.5” door speakers—full volume. I was too drunk to drive. But anyways, th...

We couldn’t let panic stop us now. I was out of pills and only had 12 rounds of .357 Magnum. We came here for one thing. One simple fucking thing. Unfortunately...

Cory would show up in his 03 Mach 1, drunk, and have Emily start it by blowing into the breathalyzer. Usually he’d have to yell at her how to do it several time...