10:30 p.m. Saturday night April 15th was a bit on the rainy side, but that didn’t change anything about the weekly poker game that John and the boys had every … Continue reading 10:30 p.m. Saturday Night
Vernon slumped on the beat up, key-scratched, elbow-smudged, cigarette-burned, blade-chopped, liquid- and vomit- and chili-cheese-stained oak bar all by himself. Slurping club soda in a highball – lemon atop the outer … Continue reading Barstools
This short story (?) originally started in June 1997.