For Henry’s Bar By Joseph Rios

For Henry’s Bar By Joseph Rios I’m on an errand to find my grandpa. I’m tenand finding freedom in a sanctioned outingon my bike through the streets of Clovis, CA.I roll past Silver’s house and peek into the backyardof broke drunks holding paper bags arounda barrel fire. One who just came backfrom taking a leak is seasoning some carnethey bought […]