Outside of Bushnell someone gets a tire shot on me, and I have to put on the spare under a hail of crossfire. Fortunately, one of the other gunmen feels threatened by the poor aim of the first, so he opens fire on him. Feeling threatened, as anyone would, the original shooter returns fire. It … Continue reading There is no taboo in this room, and the sights, sounds, and smells of human indecency are both repulsive and alluring.
The interstate is a long gray snake, delivering me to Tampa and my brother's murderer. I drink 10 espressos and piss in a Gatorade jug as I drive. The journey is kept interesting by the snipers hiding in the trees alongside the road. Wreckage lines the road, muzzle flashes burst from the treeline. More than … Continue reading The journey is kept interesting by the snipers hiding in the trees alongside the road.