You mean there are miserable, depressed assholes in Heaven, too? Of course. A lot? Enough. And they piss everyone off? They sure do. Good. She bumps her shoulder into mine. It’s nice to see you.
To the dead. Let’s think of them always, but not join them too soon.
So far, being dead is about as much fun as a barbed-wire G-string. Yes, there is such a thing. They invented it in Hell, which is where I am. I already said I was dead. Where else would I be? Try to k...
So far, being dead is about as much fun as a barbed-wire G-string. Yes,
So now here I am, bouncing along in a truck with concrete shocks surrounded by a Hellion legion that smells like a fish-market Dumpster. I’m not usually the dragged-along-for-the-ride type. Usually, I...
So, this really is a crusade after all. And now I’m part of it. Hallelujah.
So, why'd you come back? I'm going to kill some people, I tell him. I pour the Jack into the coffee. Probably a lot of people.The bartender picks up a rag and starts wiping glasses. Guess someone's g...
There’s another half that thinks you’re just crazy. Finally. My people. She
The place looks like where David Lynch would meet Beaver Cleaver's mom for secret afternoons of bondage and milkshakes.
Soon I see that I was right. A bright pinprick of light flares in the distance. It’s either Heaven or we’re about to get hit by the 3:10 to Yuma.
Stark: So, you think Mason knows I'm back.Vidocq: You just blew up his home. He might suspect something.
Start talking or we’re going to see if you can dog-paddle through fire. I wonder if fried Hellion tastes like spicy or original recipe?
THERE’S ONLY ONE problem with L.A. It exists. L.A. is what happens when a bunch of Lovecraftian elder gods and porn starlets spend a weekend locked up in the Chateau Marmont snorting lines of crank of...
Thank God for whiskey or the world would be so full of secrets the weight would spin us into the sun.
There’s dead and there’s Hollywood dead, and those are two very different things. Dead is just dead. In the ground. Pennies on your eyes. A cold slab of meat with no slaw and definitely no dessert.
The Magistrate says something to him and stands at the edge of the flatbed, a preacher addressing his flock. Charlie Manson laying out the plans for Helter Skelter.
That sounds like the sin of pride, Marshal. Better run downstairs and let Miss December flog it out of you. Webcam it and charge by the minute. You won't ever have to take government money again.
Were those statues there before? Buer waves his little cuttlefish tentacles and moves his finger across the paper. They’re new. A different icon for each of the Seven Noble Virtues. He’s not lying. Th...
The dead think they can get away with anything because you'll feel sorry for them. If you play cards with the dead, make sure you deal and don't let them buy you drinks. They'll slip you a formaldehyd...
The Magistrate hasn’t said a word this whole time. He just stands there like a mantis, all insect patience and killer instincts.
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