alcoholism

The rain that pattered against the back of Raye's neck was nothing new as he strolled through the damp streets with his hand in his pocket, contemplating everything that had brought him into this position in life. It was the horror he had witnessed, and the disability he had gained. Why hadn't...

It was not a typical Friday night for Chris. It had been over a year since he had been back inside a bar. At twenty-nine years old, the prospect of overpriced drinks and smokey bars was not exactly one he was keen on. But he also hadn’t been out with his boys in quite some time. And shooting...