And it’s Cuckoo Kid Killer
Smacked into the asphalt
Little fucker had
Something was in his mouth,
Shithead,
Motherfucking
Trailer for a while, but with a little time he could save up a down payment for a house, even if alimony and child support payments slowed him down. Who knew? Tina might even want to get back together...
On the other hand, had been a hippie-dippy back in the day. That’s what Grandma Rose—Mom’s mom—called him. Bobby wasn’t sure exactly what it meant, but he thought it involved long hair and LSD. Grandm...
Buddy, he said. Of course I know what day it is. I was sleeping when you knocked, and I’m still fuzzy. Just confused for a second. This has been a real shitter of a week. I got laid off. Downsized. Oh...
Garraty
Water, he croaked. His throat felt like the arid ground he’d seen all over the news the previous year when the drought in the midwest was so bad, brown earth so criss-crossed with cracks it looked mor...
Couldn’t he even catch one little fucking break?
Passing the kitchen the second time, the vodka sang to him from the freezer its sweet song of forgetfulness. He longed to dart in there and free it from its prison, to twist the cap off with a practic...