Thinking Street: Strange Lands

Old Mollie Chapter 1 Out in the rusty, black waters of the salt marshes that lay in the flood plains just inland from the long thorned gorse and the gray ocean, something dark twitches. Faint, slight, but alive, she was born of hate. A thing of ridicule, she remains long after the crime that created her has been forgotten. A shadow of violence, hiding in the reeds and cattails. A mongrel of scorn, cast out and left. They say her name is Old Mollie. Maybe I’m the only one that

Saying that I was ill-suited to be the street outreach guy might be a bit of un understatement. I was a bit of a spoiled kid from small farming towns. My parents weren't perfect but they loved me. I never really had an interest in drugs. I was in short, sort of a comedy nerd. I liked theater and comic books. I had no idea what I was going to do out in the gutter if someone tried to get violent on me. Show them my action figure collection? Quote a dirty lymric? I hadn't even