Pissed Workmen by Jon Himus.
It was the third time Mr. Stenopoulos had ‘casually’ walked out onto the balcony, something was on his mind it was obvious. Me and Kyle could pick it straight off but Ramine and Steve didn’t have a clue what was going on, they guessed that Stenopoulos was real picky on the work we’d done during
the day. “All four of you are drinking I see”…
Aziz Piss by Jon Himus.
Aziz chuckled to himself. “It’s your call” “Yeah but how do we start” As we got closer to the old quarry lake I was starting to babble like an idiot but I couldn’t hold myself back – this was what I’d dreamed about…
Sewage Birthday by Dougie fae Glesca.
My name is Dougie Donaldson. I’m 27 years old. I’m a Hells Angel, tough, well build, been in the nick twice and don’t stand any shit from any cunt. I had been working in a sewage works on the outskirts of Workington for three months and tomorrow will be my twenty-eighth birthday. With a few of my Angel mates I was planning to go to a tough scruffy bar in Maryport, get drunk and go out looking for trouble…
Hitchhiking Cowboy by Da Costa.
At the entrance of the on-ramp there was a guy with his thumb out. I never have picked up a hitchhiker in my life because of all the stories that I’ve heard about people being beaten up, robbed, and even killed. But there was something about him that told me that he was okay…
Stomach Full in the Pinelands by largoloubear.
During a brief period of my life, I was working on the southern east coast of New Jersey and commuting to a community right outside of Atlantic City. This was 75 miles one way each day. The ride was boring and mundane, containing mile after mile of Piney Country. Pineys are known as the woodmen of South Jersey, many with the mentality of those seen in Deliverance…