Wild Jack s
Wild Jack's By Mark James Furious wind battered the small window of the filthy bathroom. Cody looked at himself in the grimy, cracked mirror. A blonde boy with scaredblue eyes looked back at him. He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. ?What are you doing here?? he asked himself. Cody closed his eyes, leaned his head against the mirror and wished he wasanywhere but here. He tried not to hear the loud sounds out in the bar. Thedrunken laughter and hollering sounded like shrieks in...