All I wanted was one more decent Christmas, one good day for all of us with enough meat for the kids, enough booze for me, and enough of whatever George needed or wanted.
The Lawnmower
This lawn mowing is a sickness, an anal sublimation of homosexual desire, a gap in a pointless self interested existence filled indefinitely, and at my expense!
The Lottery Murder (Part 9): The End is Near
It was the damn lottery. Lana had wanted a piece, Abrams, Harris, they wanted a piece, Jesus wanted a piece. He sure as hell wanted to keep his,
The Lottery Murder (Part 8): The news at eight.
A smile played across his face, he couldn’t help smiling. He had a strange flashing insight that Collins was guilty, but he didn’t care.
The Lottery Murder (Part 7) Kicking
Jesus was a large, heavy set man with a relaxed demeanor and and casually watchful eyes. He couldn’t help being aware of the people in a room,
The Lottery Murder (Part 6): Mrs. Parks
She was always looking at herself in the mirror and taking pictures of herself. She said the right kind of smile and tilt of the head, the right first impression, could say anything
The Lottery Murder (Part 5)
Suddenly everything changed. He could afford doctors to test his blood, tell him exactly what concoctions he was putting into himself. The better class of dealers found him
The Lottery Murder (Part 4)
Abrams looked out of his floor to ceiling wall window. Manhattan was framed in all of its monstrous beauty and defiant functionality. The new World Trade Center was nearly complete
The Lottery Murder (Part 3)
Collins is babysat by a young lawyer from the firm as he staggers through downtown NYC after posting bail.
The Lottery Murder (Part 2)
The saga of drunken murder defendant Mitchell Collins and his beleaguered lawyer John Abrams continues as we learn more about the background of each