What happened to your face? she says. She pulls down my shirt a few inches. Spots more scars. And the rest of you. Never follow a foul ball into a wood chipper, I say. We didn’t even win the game.
Richard Kadrey
What happened to your face? she says. She pulls down my shirt a few inches. Spots more scars. And the rest of you. Never follow a foul ball into a wood chipper, I say. We didn’t even win the game.