I was walking toward my car, carrying a garbage bag full of my shit. It was hung over my back and I probably looked lack a sad-sack Santa Claus. I was coming from the home of Mary Bermiano. We’d broken up the week before. We’d had another one of our vicious arguments over the phone, only this time it got a little bit out of hand. I was at her home to collect my various personal effects at her request. Mary had broken up with me because I had not been around much since the summer ended. I had become more Continue reading
Offenbach came in and leaned his black umberella against the wall in the corner of the room. He adjusted his suit and sat down in the leather chair opposite Norton, crossing his legs.
Jeff was looking at a tiny cockroach in his living room. The cockroach was looking back at Jeff with its Parisian blue eyes.