• London Calling by Tony Black

    “You’re not cool with this?” “Do I look fucking cool with it?” Don curls his lip, bites down. A pained look. “Beer?” “Fuck off.” Frowns. “Good stuff . . . Stella.” I raise myself from the cowhide chair, cross the floor. The first thing that comes to hand is the purple lava lamp. It smashes […]

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