Strange Nights In A Small Town

A surplus story of growing up in semi-rural Connecticut.
How set in stone is tomorrow? Not at all, if you believe me. Not at all, according to my friends- the disillusioned partyfolk who played along and paraded with me across farms and beaches and state lines; those fine and righteous bandits who helped me through times of struggle. Nights where I played the role of fearless leader just to satisfy my lust for aesthetic, my need to live as if in a film.
Now, come live at my side in voyeur as you see those days as I saw them: freely, vividly, quick.
This novella is dedicated to my friends, whom I love and cherish.