Vent post: When I was a little boy, I always dreamed that I'd be 37, stuck in my hometown in a dead-end teaching job; biochemically handcuffed to methadone after years of carpet-bombing my receptor systems; physically and emotionally separated from my fiancé, who is geographically so far away that he couldn't be any more distant without leaving planet Earth (although, to be fair, I have become such a ghost of myself that it arguably wouldn't matter if we were physically toget

Three witches preside over the methadone clinic. Their weird magic keeps the viscous methadone syrup flowing through the temperamental machines that dispense it. The Three Sisters' pulsing power prevents fights over girls and drug debts; it sometimes cleans urine samples of the illegal drugs present in them (especially when freedom is at stake), and it ensures that the door to the facility's only single-occupancy restroom unlocks itself when someone is overdosing inside...

A scene sketch that I wrote to help me develop two characters who have been in my head for a while. I'm disappointed by the representation of relationships between gay men and straight women in modern fiction; typically, such relationships are peripheral to gay or straight love stories, and they tend to present as lukewarm cliches. I think that there's room for something both darker and deeper - a dynamic that I've tried to get at through Luke and Lila in the story below.

Four short scenes depicting the surreal highs and lows of heroin addiction, all of which are based on experiences that I lived through.