Kenneth Spate speaks in a nerve-damaged monotone. I can barely hear what he is...
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XXXMAS BOOGALOO
Christmas Eve… in the drunk tank. +++++I’m on a concrete bed, sleeping off a...
Dry Salvage
Spaulding was in his eighties, and looked far too vulnerable to put a proper...
Blue Christmas
“Why was Father Christmas upset when he got a sweater for Christmas?” +++++I...
Other People’s Blood
It is an ugly Friday, mid-morning. I am drinking in the softcore lounge at the...
Jailbait
I twist the screwdriver out of his neck, and it makes a sound like a sloppy...
Idle Hands
David Battucci’s face is grey like cigarette ash. He has bloodshot eyes and...
Entry 8 – Knuckle Sandwich
The first punch breaks my nose. The second splits my lip. +++++I’ve only won...
Flesh and Bone
The evening sun glows a dark shade of red as it hovers above the murky-looking...
Used For Glue
The first thing I hear when I regain consciousness is the sloshing of rancid...








