Jon Hastings
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Creative Writing Masters - Newcastle University - UK
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By Jon Hastingsabout a year ago in Poets
The Best Years of our Lives
I on the plane back to newcastle, i go sit in the empty seat next to duke. for most of the ride, he just watches old reruns of community and leaves his head dangling close to my shoulder. he sobs sometimes, but knocks it off. you know what he’s like. why he never really gives his heart out.
By Jon Hastings2 years ago in Psyche
Wet Hot American Bummer!
my best friend died when we were twenty-four. trouble was, i wasn’t there at the time. i was off 'round at mine, which is in part why i felt so bad about it. i couldn't do anything to save him. not that i knew what was going on. that and the fact that it wasn’t his fault. got caught up in a dui. the person who did it never came forward. they found him the next morning. said he would’ve lived if they called the cops. ended up haemorrhaging to death behind the wheel. coughing up blood and choking on it until no end.
By Jon Hastings2 years ago in Pride