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Austin Detwiler


 * Gunshot Trance**

There I stood, the dead, brown grass whimpering beneath my feet, my eyes piercing the steel that constructed the gun barrel aimed for me. Fifteen minutes that felt like fifteen years we stood. Finally: he cocked his pistol, readied his calloused index finger and… “WAKE UP, AUSTIN!!!!!” There I lay in Jacqui’s green room…


 * Deadly Driving**

He knew he’d had too many, but he told himself otherwise. He went to his car, wanting someone to take his keys, tell him he’s in no state to drive. No one did; he started the ignition, knowing this could be fatal. It was; the 79 half-digested mozzarella sticks blocked his view through the windshield.


 * Alps**

I sat on the plane, a winter coat on my lap. I was leaving the 94° Pennsylvania for the frozen heavenly Alps. I got off the plane, freezing, stoked to finally ride; looking at the mountains was the gnarliest view ever. I reached the top of the mountain, strapped in and awoke.