The bunch that gathered at my café were on both sides; some were on a serious personal discovery, while others ran away from home, donned the uniform of the Beatnik, and sat around drinking coffee and listening to poetry recitals while finally feeling like they actually belonged somewhere. I didn't judge them. Whatever trip they were on was fine with me, as long as they paid for their coffee and didn't cause any trouble. They usually didn't until recently. A few of the newer people seemed like a bad element. I could tell some of them were hypes: heroin addicts...
Neville Hunt almost 8 years ago
Slight gear change, nicely handled, Christopher. You've whet the appetite for action well in this one. Enjoying it :-)
Christopher almost 8 years ago
Thank you, Neville. I appreciate your support. It means a lot. The scene has been set, so the story will begin to take shape now.
Christopher almost 8 years ago
Thanks, Aspen. You remind me of someone I used to know. The first Jake Randolph story I did was several months back, but it's 190 drabbles long!