Author: John McElhenney

Please, Let Me Go Home The bright beam of the Constable's patrol car was blinding me. Lights flashing. I pulled over to the side of the road. "Please turn down…

Curtain Call The club was packed and my fingers were finding the strings without losing my focus on piercing the audience. Confidence was coming back into my system like a…

  Higher Than Anyone I'm not going to talk about depression or metal illness very much in this story. You're going to see it. You're going to think to yourself,…