Yo man, I’m totally down and out. Nothing is going right, and everybody keeps calling me a fag.
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I can’t say that Shannon’s very smart, but she’s a decider. Once she’s on a course of action, nothing will stop her, and when she’s done, when she’s down and out, when I swoop in and rescue her yet again, I always say, “Shannon, you’re an uber pain in the ass. I’m tired of cleaning up your messes.” And she always replies, “Yeah, I know, I should’ve listened to you last week.”
The thing is slick with sweat running down the barrel.
I never realized a gun could sweat.
The drops moved along the grooves in the metal as they raced to the pavement. Another drop fell off my brow to join the other drops on the ground. A swift shake of the head cleared my thoughts.
A gun doesn’t [...]
It’s not a choice most people agonize over. Most people have a
favorite. Most people just know which they prefer. They don’t have to
think when the cashier asks them. For them, the choice between
decadent and classic, rich and simple, dark and light… it’s easy.
Not me. I have two problems:
My first problem is that I love both [...]
I was strolling down Park Avenue the other day when the revolving door at 857 caught my eye and drew me in. I found myself in the lobby of an office building, people hustling to and fro. Ding! The elevator doors were opening. A crowd rushed off and I got on. When we came to [...]