Passages
Bobby - 3/15/2024, 10:19 a.m.
The door clattered shut behind him, cutting him off from the morning light. The smell hit him first—a thick mix of stale cigarette smoke, marijuana, and sweat. The carpet felt sticky under his feet.
Bobby - 12/3/1996, 4:41 p.m.
As he bent to pick up the scattered newspapers, Bobby was suddenly aware of being watched.
Pickles & Motor Oil | Post 493
I stepped onto the Gravity 3000 and the results were… um… not what I would consider accurate.
Bobby - 3/15/2024, 10:06 a.m.
Rick put a hand on Bobby’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “You ain’t broken, kid,” he said. “You’re just scared—like we’re all scared.”
