How could I have known this night would lead to my hyoid twitching from the cold blade of a barber’s razor, and butchery amid the smell of Bolt Barbers Bay Rum? What takes place on a Friday night… Read More ›
Month: January 2015
White Bucks
I take my seat at the bar in the only upscale restaurant located in the historic district of this small, southern town to have my dinner. When I leave, I will be handcuffed by the local police because of Pat… Read More ›
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