Thanks to Antonia Crane and the staff at the Citron Review for publishing my story, "Succumb." It's a little disingenuous to call it a "story" since it's true, but it's not really an essay either. It's about a threesome but it's not very porny. It's got some salty languge but it's not really a rant.
So what's it about? How about that moment when your past intrudes on the present. Too vague? How about the magic that happens when something that doesn't belong -- in this case a saxopone at a punk rock show -- creates something terrifying and beautiful.