Boat fuck Stories

There was too much drama back home. In the Pacific Northwest, everything felt heavy, gray skies, gray moods, decisions I wasn’t ready to make. The cold slid under my coat and into my bones. Rain pressed at the windows like it was trying to finish what my life had started. I needed to run. Just long enough to feel something besides stuck. So I booked the flight like I was buying gum. Packed a carry-on. Threw in several bik...