by Jeremy-Joseph Rosen

Jeremy-Joseph Rosen is an author, ingenue,
rabble-rouser and roust-a-bout.

Scooter was asleep on a train. He was in that half somnambulant state, the one caused by any type of close-quarter travel. The largest portion of the previous evening had been spent nursing one beer bottle, one cigarette after another and attempting to trace chains of facts through his mind. This was not an exercise he participated in often, but thinking of the East somehow brought this conscious-subconscious game out into the open.
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by Jeremy-Joseph Rosen

Jeremy-Joseph Rosen is an author, ingenue,
rabble-rouser and roust-a-bout.

When Scooter was a child, he was a collector, as most children have been throughout the span of human recollection. You probably collected something as a child; be it bottle caps, cards relating to baseball, insects of various genera and species, building block sets mixed up in large bags, coins or stamps actually collected by numismatic or philatelic grandparents, recorded works of music, toy train sets (though this may be considered its own hobby), stuffed animals, comic books or rocks.
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