When the guy shows up, he's one of those fucks from network broadcast. I mean, those guys never fucking change, even back when I was at it with the Post and did that stringer shit for Eyewitness news, it was like they grew this type of guy in the fucking lab somewhere. A man-child.
August 09, 2024
Fuck man, that wasn't me. How old do you think I am? That was Forrestal, he of the cement poisoning, yeah. Couldn't hack it . . . I never met him, no . . . and how old do you think I am, again? I would have been like one.
July 16, 2024
When DEA agent Michael Dace vanished, of course, the response from the agency was significant.
April 20, 2024
The things we cannot change, change us. This is what my father taught me, though I had reason to doubt it. He said, we smash the world, or we are smashed to bits across it, like an icicle thrown upon the pavement. My father is gone now. Smashed.
March 16, 2024
A Fata Morgana (Italian: [ˌfata morˈɡaːna]) is a complex form of superior mirage visible in a narrow band right above the horizon. I tell my antarctic ghost story now, at the end of my career, when I'm drunk, or regaling some youngster with strange tales of my past.
January 22, 2024
People can't understand this world. What we are. Why we're here. I really thought that once. I really believed it. I really, truly did. I thought we were meat bags that boiled like a tea kettle, and then, when we went cold, rotted.
November 28, 2023