pavomag.com

So, about nine years ago, there was this party one night in Montevallo...  Lots of people were at the party, including some alumni who'd brought their kids.  Loud music was playing -- let's say it was Jonathan Fire Eater... or, no, wait -- maybe it was Pine Hill Haints.  The kitchen floor was wet and getting kind of gross from the condensation from a keg in a trashcan full of ice.  In the center of the soupy floor was a table topped with plates of chip and cookie crumbs, scraped out bowls of dip.  Suddenly through the house was the rush of those children, giggling with terror and Read more...