The Bear Paw Beat

By Marco Etheridge A black low-rider beetled down the potholed road towards a glaring cloud of neon that illuminated the Electric Sewer. Pulses of garish color spilled from ancient glass tubes that buzzed and hummed down the length of the bar’s crumbling facade. Reds, pinks, and blues mixed with putrid fog, acrid exhaust, and aContinue reading “The Bear Paw Beat”