By: Kris Price Shall I start with the first door or begin with the last door? Should I tell you about the Pot-head Veteran or the ex-drug seller? Maybe I should start with the eighteen year old body builder? Perhaps I…

By: Kris Price The day’s bone gnawed through the blue winter frost that surrounded the bum on the street corner. He flicked his silver lighter to make a small fire in the barrel that was in front of him. The…