The Last Bender, Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Wet wind blew against the windshield. We got out and walked, hands deep in P coats, through the smell of boat fuel and tar and the...
Read MoreCHAPTER FIFTEEN Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Wet wind blew against the windshield. We got out and walked, hands deep in P coats, through the smell of boat fuel and tar and the...
Read MoreCHAPTER FOURTEEN Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â At 9:15 Stronghole kicked the door in. That made it 100%, cause everything else was fucked up too. His shoulders were so big, he...
Read MoreCHAPTER THIRTEEN Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Bunuel may have been gone, but the giant hole he left behind was slow to close. Laraby would be pissed all right that he...
Read MoreCHAPTER TWELVE At first my eyes felt like smashed oysters. The soft inside all mixed up with the shell. Slivers of light noisily never aligned. My mouth full of blood...
Read MoreCHAPTER ELEVEN Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â On the way home I drank a half gallon of warm tonic water and twisted through the dial in search of something besides cooking...
Read MoreCHAPTER TEN Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Despite vigorous protest I left Linda a C note to pay my part of the check and drove uptown to twist Clara Turback’s arm. For...
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