Steve Procto

"How about I challenge you to a game of pinball", I asked Tommy, while casually lighting a cigarette, "I'll even let you choose your favorite table".

Warm flames greeted my shivering body as I stepped onto the soft sand where a group of kids joined to feed a growing bon-fire.

Tiring as the hours drew in, I decided the time had come to return home, and face whatever fate I had coming to me.

The wind blows circles in my mind, scattering thoughts of sanity into random confusion. Around me, I can see the calmness of structure, an anchor of serenity that never allows me the chance to steady my judgment.

The wind blows circles in my mind, scattering thoughts of sanity into random confusion.

Being the eldest child never bothered me in the beginning, but as the years passed, and pressures increased,

As my feet slap down against the cold wet pavement, and my face drips rain from the storm, an unrelenting need to drink pushes me further. Exact final destination appears unknown , but it's inevitable that the evil inside will again return me to the source of my nightmare.