The Dope Show

Excerpt From Driftwood. Chapter 8.
At around 5 or 6 in the morning, I was awakened by a phlebotomist sticking a needle in my arm, trying and failing to draw blood. I can’t imagine any creepier way to be woken up.

Power Struggles

Excerpt From Driftwood Chapter 6.
The defining characteristic of my stay at the shelter was a series of power struggles between myself and the staff….