Hot summer night, sticky and treacherous. Red night. Night of sirens and fear. We were sitting on the balcony of my apartment in Pawtucket, three of us.
The frightening truth is the people running this country are exactly who they appear to be: damn fools who run around shaking hands and making inane statements.
I passed the audition to be the new singer of Nobody In Particular. Quite a change from delivering Grade-Q meat to cafeterias, but I’m up to the challenge.
People piss me off. I think there’re too many of them. I’d like to pop a few, but I won’t. I don’t know why I won’t. Probably ’cause I ain’t got the nerve.
She pulled at his ears. He pulled at her ass. She stepped back, staggering and gasping, not like one would expect from a Queen. She grabbed at the jug blissfully.