Josh Stallings

“Pulling out onto the highway I noticed a stone pillar commemorating the Donner Party. They were a true testament to the American spirit, push forward at all costs and eat the dead when necessary. Wasn’t that the American dream in a nutshell.”

“A pink puff danced off his head. And he was dead. His eyes would haunt me later. But not then. Then, it was killing time.”

“There is nothing quite like the cold taste of gun oil on a stainless steel barrel to bring your life into focus. ”