“Did you make me pay for something that I won’t-” Mitch sighed and opted to change the subject. “OK. Anyway, as I was saying, all I can think about recently is ‘Rearviewmirror’, and I don’t wanna be requesting moody shit like that while I internally freak out about my ex. Does that make any sense?” …
Author: Jack Sinn
Chapter 6.2
“Alrighty then. Shall we?” Avi opened the front door with keys in his hand, and Mitch mumbled a quick “thanks” before he walked over to the Honda Fit. It was much cleaner than his or Jodie’s car, without a single napkin or fast food bag littering the floor. Avi opened the back driver’s side door…
Chapter 6.1
The fact that Mitch got any sleep at all was nothing short of a miracle. He chalked it down to a stress response, like his body would actually kill him if he didn’t rest. His heart was already faulty enough, after all; the horizontal scar down his sternum from two open-heart procedures was evidence of…
Chapter 5.5
“What a show!” Jodie collapsed into her office chair, while Mitch sprawled out onto the old couch. Pay envelopes were dispensed, the building cleaned up, and aside from a few roster members that were indecisive about where they wanted to go drink, everyone else cleared out. “That it was.” Mitch distantly responded while he mulled…
Chapter 5.4
Several more matches passed before the main event: Lagoon Goon vs Sandy. Goon came out first, and Mitch went feral on them when they emerged. Sandy followed, riding on Louis’ shoulders. She was determined to avenge Zevon, and Jodie granted her this opportunity after an excessive amount of pleading. During her entrance, she pointed a…
Chapter 5.3
A camera operator settled in front of them and held their fingers out for countdown. Mitch attempted to swallow, but his mouth was dry. He hadn’t even noticed that his leg bounced until Rod reached under the table and placed a hand on his knee. “Sorry,” he whispered, embarrassed. Rod tilted his head towards him,…
Chapter 5.2
Mitch strode off towards the commentary table with a confidence that he did not truly possess. With each step, his limbs grew heavier and heavier. At least Louis took the time to seal the facepaint, so even if he sweat profusely from either the heat or anxiety getting the better of him, nothing would budge….
Chapter 5.1
“Should I bother with the paint?” Mitch asked Louis, who was in the process of applying his own makeup in the congested locker room. “They’re just hearing my voice, right?” “Hmm…” Louis stared into the mirror, focused on a spot he’d missed. Dipping the cheap sponge into a compact of grey facepaint, he gingerly blotted…
Chapter 4.6
The universe, however, was seemingly unfinished with peddling its cruel agenda. Mitch’s pocket vibrated, and he pulled his phone out. He didn’t even need to unlock it to see that the message was from Calvin, and that it was a demand -not a request- that he come get his stuff by the end of the…
Chapter 4.5
“Dad!” Jodie shouted, her voice echoing. “C’mon over here!” “Little busy, Jojo!” Victor shouted back from across the room. As far as Mitch could tell, he was playing some sort of makeshift bartender role with the homebrew stuff that Jodie brought. “You’re checking IDs?” Mitch joked as he walked past the small gathering. “This is…