Tom West

The book of johns is long-winded. Sometimes in ink, sometimes in graphite, and, in more alarming cases, carved by a knife, its scrawls express a range of thought as diverse as our species – some thoughts regal, as though written from upon the throne; some crude, as though written from... well, exactly where they were written from.

Tom West explores the mystery of Judson 500 and reports.

The fire alarm shrieks. You check your phone: 3:10 a.m. You utter something unprintable, roll out of bed, and shuffle to the door to be greeted once again by the smell of burnt popcorn.