
Have you ever been haunted by memories of a lost connection, grieving the absence of what never was and never will be? I’m not referring to fond recollections of times long past, of amber eyes in broken sunlight, shining through the gap in shoddy blinds like it was a spotlight just for her. I’m referring…
When most people think of Saturday nights in Prescott, Arizona, they usually think of the saloons and crowds of Whiskey Row, of swaggering bachelor parties, the haze of cigarettes and whatever they’re vaping, and another cover band playing “Mustang Sally” again. However, on this particular Saturday night, I am just a little further down Gurley…