Short stories for the big case

Not the lofty memoir of a guy who found the meaning of life at a motivational seminar. Just raw notes from a time when we had dreams, dirty hands and empty pockets. A short story written with an open mind, with irony and insight. Just enough for one sitting. In the trajflu, in the waiting room... or on the sanitary ware. No spiritual growth or instagram quotes - just memories of a time when the air smelled of cheap chewing gum, burnt rubber and futile dreams. Read calmly. As long as your coffee lasts - or as long as your own digestion allows.