Sometimes just seeing a woman smile is like a knife in the heart. It hurts and it rattles your whole system, but against all your instincts you swallow the pain and keep looking. After a while you rea...
She smiles and says, Welcome back, like she means it, and it kind of breaks my heart. She’s nice. I forgot what that’s like. I try to smile back at her, but I’m not sure I’m getting it right. I mean,...
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 off Jim Morrison’s bones.
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...
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.
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.
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.
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...