Quiet moon, I hate you, hate your brightness. At these times of the year, you won’t let me hide from the evil I know the night normally harbors in the darkness. So, I guess those sons of bitches will see me coming. But on the bright side, I suppose, it will make it easier for [...]
Brisbane is only a few miles south of San Francisco. The streets in the night here are quiet, and the signs glow. They advertise or offer different things. The neon eyes, the promise of liquid calm. Happiness for the hungry in a shop of comfortable food. But me, I’m not interested in these things right [...]
“Mistah Kurtz—He dead. But don’t bury him too deep; he get mad.” I had to give a presentation in the morning, but it was 1 a.m. and it still wasn’t finished. But I was so damned tired that I couldn’t think straight. So I figured I would hit the rack for five hours, and [...]
