Sunday Night

It’s Sunday night. I make myself a quick supper of pan seared tuna, rice, and green beans. After I eat and clean the dishes I fix myself a light vodka and tonic and head into the living room. I pull a book off the bookshelf and settle into my easy chair. I get...

Priceless

I thought this cartoon was priceless. Many thanks to gapingvoid.com and the reader who sent the link to me. I also have a MySpace account. What the hell it’s for is beyond me.

Porn Demon

It’s a Thursday night and I’m having a martini at Cafe American. On my way over I walked past The Bistro. It was the first time I’d seen the place since I left. As I peeked though the restaurant’s front window a weird sensation churned in my...

The Eye of God

I’m taking the bus to the Port Authority. The driver navigating the rattling aluminum box we’re sitting in slaloms through the scrum of New Jersey traffic and dives us under the Hudson River. I’m always a bit nervous going through the Lincoln Tunnel....

No More Bistro

I am no longer working at The Bistro. Ever since the book deal was announced in August I felt my time at The Bistro was limited. To be honest, I was getting sick of the place and they were getting sick of me. My stress levels were going through the roof and my...

Magnum Force

“You ready?” Phil asks me. “Ready,” I reply. “Let her rip.” I squeeze the trigger on the heavy revolver. With a tremendous roar, a .357 caliber bullet explodes out of the barrel and smashes through the head of my target. “Good...