The latest Slush Pile fiction at Dig Boston:

I REMEMBER I DID MY HAIR UP with Elmer’s and Kool-Aid, real London Calling shit. Had my own apartment in Somerville. Fridge full of left-over pizza and beer. I read Burroughs and Stephen Hawking. I snorted a lot of speed, kicked it without a problem when money ran short. Thought I was really fucking cool.

First time I got cuffed, just laughed and laughed and shouted: “No future!” Now it hurts when I laugh.

At the time, I worked at this diner in Kendall Square. I remember this guy: Marvin. Marvin the Martian. Marvin was a prep cook. Seemed like a decent guy, wife and kids. He was some kind of preacher-in-training, giving practice sermons on off-days. Nice guy. Except, if you stood close to him, you could hear his teeth grind from the meth. You could say I’m not one to judge, but I did. We all did. (read more)