The Ghosts of Punk Rock Past

Check it out, a short story of mine has been posted on the Write Club Atlanta page. A timeless tale of drug dealing, joy riding and holiday cheer. Hope you enjoy!

My worst Christmas Eve? The one that made scrubbing shitters on a battleship in the middle of nowhere feel like a holiday cruise? The one that made watching my drunk biker uncle dressed as Santa Clause get hauled off by the cops play like a heart-warming scene out of an after school special? Well, hands down then that would have to be driving around with Jimmy while he was geeked out on some serious hillbilly grade crank.