Buck wondered how Blister Krill had survived to middle age in a place as ethnically diverse and gun-crazy as Florida. He was confronted with the possibility that Blister had been a different person be...
Buck got walloped by flying fists and Budweiser bottles, and at one point a man costumed as Lady Gaga attempted to rip the beard from his chin. The man was surprisingly strong, and wore just enough ja...
Bodean James Gazzer had spent thirty-one years perfecting the art of assigning blame. His personal credo - everything bad that happens is someone else's fault - could, with imagination, be stretched t...
Bode Gazzer was five feet six and had never forgiven his parents for it. He wore three-inch snakeskin shitkickers and walked with a swagger that suggested not brawn so much as hemorrhoidal tribulation...
At graduation, the entire Rosenstiel faculty rose as one to cheer Chaz as he crossed the stage, so elated were they to see the last of him.
A well-regulated militia, Bode added, like they talk about in the Second Amendment. Oh, said Shiner. He hadn’t read the first one yet.
A quick puke, two rails of blow and she was solid.
Horse’s ass,
Wiley wrote a daily column for the Sun and probably was the best-known journalist in Miami.
Sit down, Skip. I’m not finished. Mulcahy stood up, brandishing the stack of columns. You know what makes me sad? You’re such a damn good writer, too good to be turning out shit like this. Something’s...
Ernesto Cabal, alias Little Ernie, alias No-Way José, was sitting disconsolately on the crapper when the trusty opened the cell for Brian Keyes.
Cleveland, Ohio,
Brian Keyes slouched on a worn bench in the lobby of the Dade County jail, waiting to see the creep the cops just caught.
Boyd Shreave tore the page from Eugenie Fonda’s memoir and, with a contemptuous flourish, wiped his ass with it.
Bernal believed discipline was essential for revolution. Wiley, of course, believed just the opposite.