Pete Simonelli

Jason moved across the floor on his hands and knees, I see him this way constantly, in that scooting motion, making his way to the records lined against the other wall. Dawn is lighting up outside. He says, “You have...

Pete Simonelli

The Good Shit We were told the bubbles should look like little pebbles you could pour clean into your hand. “Go on, shake it,” said Peanut, junk dealer, mechanic, and feral-cat wrangler by day, shiner by night. ...