We were somewhere in between Phoenix Arizona and Houston Texas on an Amtrak train headed for New Orleans when three hard knocks rocked the bathroom door. “Who the fuck is that?” I whispered.  Recently, I had been accepted to the masters program at SF State in creative fiction. I was

By Jonas Barnes Fall in NYC means flash flood warnings, overflowing subways and the smell of trash being thick with moisture in the air. It also means pumpkin everything and cool festivals throughout the city all the time. There is definitely some awesome shit to go along with the nastiness.