By Ron Kolm

What the fuck!" Duke muttered, amazed at what he was seeing in the darkened store. A thin curtain of smoke was rising from under the baseboard like an inverted waterfall. It stretched the entire length of the left wall.

Holy shit, the joint's on fire! I better get the fuck out of here, he thought, turning back towards the bathroom window he'd just busted to get in. But then he noticed something odd-the smoke smelled like marijuana-one of his favorite things-so he hesitated a moment-and then he became aware of the pounding and shaking-it felt like an enormous semi grinding down St. Mark's Place in second gear. → Read more