Kettle Blowing Can Be a Bitch

Kettle Blowing Can Be a Bitch

I once got into a lengthy argument at work over which of the Jurovat twins was worse. The loading dock boss I was talking to at the time said Tony, not Terry, could ride in the Shit-for-Brains parade every year. “They should name it for him,” he told me. Sam Hathaway...
DIRTY ENGLISH

DIRTY ENGLISH

Kenneth Spate speaks in a nerve-damaged monotone. I can barely hear what he is saying over the splashback of the amateur shower show. +++++The tepid gush stops abruptly, and the crumpled-looking compere steps forward. His name is Louie Drambuie, and his main hobbies...
GUN, HYPOTHETICAL

GUN, HYPOTHETICAL

“OK, here’s a hypothetical.” +++++“Hypothetical. Of course.” +++++“Say a guy pulls a gun on you. You get the gun away from him, and he runs off. Now you have a gun that belonged to a criminal. Probably stolen. What do you do with it?” +++++“You could call the cops and...
To Dry Clean A Corpse

To Dry Clean A Corpse

If I had the choice between cleaning and putting a rabid squirrel up my ass I’d take the furball, ears first. Not that cleaning’s bad work. On the contrary, it’s good, wholesome work. I just don’t like it. +++++That puts me in a pretty big pickle. You see,...
Piscataqua River

Piscataqua River

Charlie Felder’s accountant was the only person waiting for him when he walked out of Cedar Junction Correctional Institution a free man. +++++No family. No friends. Just Mort Rabinowitz. +++++Charlie placed a heavy cardboard box on the Chrysler’s back seat and joined...