Monthly Archives: September 2013

113. Tuna Bigot

I was young once, and with that youth came all the shit that you tend to lose as you get older and more bitter. Bitter. Bitterer. Is bitterer a word? Well, it is now. Bitterer. Anyway, my youth package contained … Continue reading

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112. Pearly Clean

“Morning Luci.” “Morning Sasquatch. How you doing?” “Fair to shit. Here, take a look at this.” Phone pictures. “She’s pretty, Sasquatch. Who is she?” “My new bird. Shirley.” “Very nice. Lovely blonde hair, I see.” “Yeah. Blonde.” “Indeed. And she … Continue reading

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111. Stag Do, Stag Don’t

I saw Sonny at the print press, staring blankly into middle distance while the machine churned out all kinds of crap. He didn’t seem to care. He stared off into space with a shocked expression on his tanned face, a … Continue reading

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