Steve in the Trees
by Joseph Linscott

Strolling in the evening, that’s what we called it. Strolling: casual, old timey, it made us feel like we were ready to smoke unfiltereds, before we saw what they did to our uncles and grandfathers—wore their teeth away to nothing but pitty little nubbins in the mouth. Evening: sophisticated, elegant, it made us feel like we hadn’t gone through what everyone else wanted us to call trauma, it was just a little fun that gave us a different flavor from everyone else.