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.
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!
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,
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.
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,
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
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
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
Collins is babysat by a young lawyer from the firm as he staggers through downtown NYC after posting bail.
The saga of drunken murder defendant Mitchell Collins and his beleaguered lawyer John Abrams continues as we learn more about the background of each