Kyle's unhappy, unfulfilled, and genuinely ready to punch his own ticket. Would he? Should he? Could he? The answer is no. Why? Read on...
“You catch the finale of The Baritones last night?” Ed asks, up-ending a bag of chip crumbs into his mouth. “Nah, I was at my kid's recital,” I say with a shrug. I like Ed. Of all the guys here, I think he and I are the most on the same page. He's a family … Continue reading Hench
The first thing William Travis Morrison thinks of as he shakes Darla Miller's hand is how amazing her skin feels, and how much he'd like to wear it. He notes her milky-pink complexion, and subtle notes of coconut lotion. “You're prettier than your picture,” he says, then motions to the booth he was sitting in. … Continue reading The Date
Edwin Quay, AKA “Deadwin,” has never felt so good. He hasn't smiled this wide and pure in all his long and sordid years. Pure might be a stretch—let's say manic. He screams a meaty, wet scream and feverishly slaps the steering wheel of the 1970 Cadillac Hearse (that he stole fair and square) to the … Continue reading Out with a Fang (a Small Bastard Story)