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. →