Phoned
Matt was celebrating his twenty-first birthday alone. There was no cake or ice cream, nor even a standard bachelor bash with kegs and naked girls . Matt lived alone in the big city and decided to head down to the local pool hall in hopes of striking up a game or two with some locals who frequented it. He stood in front of the mirror and ran a comb through his thick black hair. His blue eyes and facial stubble gave him that just rolled out of bed and didn’t have time to shave look. A light...