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Industrial Strip

Industrial Strip

by | Feb 2, 2024 | K, Karl Koweski, Short Story

Culley needed a job. +++++He had a job, bullshit menial labor, groundskeeping at a local golf course that was only eighteen sporadic holes removed from a walking trail. Every dumbass with a second-hand Titleist club thought they were on a PGA tour to hear them talk....
Sons Of The Confederacy

Sons Of The Confederacy

by | Apr 5, 2016 | K, Karl Koweski, Short Story

“What the fuck is this?” +++++Hoyt leaned forward in his Salvation Army Laz-E-Boy and set his Natural Lite down on the carpet between his feet where it was immediately knocked over, gurgling the last four ounces which easily reached the perimeters of the perpetual...

Entry 3 – G String Gangsters

by | Nov 30, 2015 | K, Karl Koweski, Short Story

“Where the hell’s Domingo?  He’s the one suppose to be spear-heading this bullshit.”  Antonetti looked pissed. +++++The boys glanced sideways at each other, mouths clamped shut. +++++Radonja sighed.  “He’s shaving his balls, boss.” +++++“What the hell you mean...
Moonwalking at the Grab-A-Granny Inn

Moonwalking at the Grab-A-Granny Inn

by | Jan 5, 2015 | K, Karl Koweski, Short Story

Culley didn’t consider himself a criminal.  Criminality carried the eventual obligation of justice and punishment.  Culley preferred the term “outlaw” when describing himself to Hoyt, his cohort in crime.  He liked to think he existed outside the law the way the Amish...