Traven walks away as a stream of havoc members come by to pat me on the back, punch my arm, and shake my hand. I smile and nod like it’s the Oscars and I just won Best Supporting Asshole.
This is for you, Cherie. I can’t help but smile when I see her. This is a taste of the old Bamboo House of Dolls. A clueless tourist slumming in a weirdo bar and he picks up a pretty young thing. Only...
The lucky among us might get the same deal as Dysmas. Dysmas was one of the thieves crucified next to Christ. When he asked for forgiveness, Christ said, ‘Today you will be with me in paradise.’ Cand...
Really, Cooper, you’re in good hands. We can’t afford any more employee homicides until the next fiscal quarter, said Woolrich. If you try just a little harder, I think you can be even less reassuring...
I’m on the edge of vomiting up everything I ever ate since childhood, strained peas to chicken and waffles. Damn. Wrong memories. My stomach starts doing a hillbilly two-step.
Fuck this place and fuck your games. This is where you first failed us. You gave us minds and told us not to think. You gave us curiosity and put a booby-trapped tree right in front of us. You gave us...
For a second, nothing happens and I’m sure that I’ve reached a new level of fucked. Then the hardpack around the rib shatters and I haul it out of the ground like a deranged Fred Flintstone.
As sweet as it feels, I can’t lie here forever curled up in a big ball of fuck-the-world.
A few grumpy horns and hoofs types and a petting zoo full of rabid Pokemons? I’m Satan. I can deal with that and play Smoke on the Water while getting a lap dance on a runaway train all at the same ti...
A feminine voice from my other side says, Don’t look at him. Look at me. I turn back around. She’s tall. Long torso, legs, and arms. In her spare time she could be a fashion model or a basketball play...
Playing with the Barbie-size keyboard on my new phone. Phones are like toys now. They fit in your pocket, light up and vibrate like joy buzzers. Plus, you can get-I mean, access-the Internet and find...
And you’re going to do that all by yourself? If I pray real hard, I’m sure I can get the baby Jesus to watch over me. You just blew up a church, says Candy. Okay. The Devil then. That’s more like it.