HQ BK
drugs, decadence and dumb shit at the turn of the century
by rebecca jean-louis

CHAPTER FIFTEEN
1999- Slipping
Looking back, I really don’t know how any of us could miss the signs that we were growing too lax.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN
1999- This Cannot Be Good
I knew this couldn’t end well but was in no position to get things under control.


CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Last Day Of 1999- Another Level
‘Brón looked at me, a mixture of surprise and dawning understanding on his face.
“You don’t know about PanStar? For real?”