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During my first few shifts, Sandor would sometimes do things and explain their need as time went on. One of those things was waiting until five fifty-eight and then printing lottery information. Every day – every single day for four years – two men would …
The man that broke the truth about chemtrails would regularly hide in our freezer.
“I am on a mighty combination of heroin and speed,” the kid said, licking his lips as an older guy walked in past him and made a beeline for the coffee. “And I need Prime Time.” Prime Time was a cheap brand of flavored cigarillos …
I’d been writing freelance for film and television before the crash. It was a gray market job, the sort of thing that anyone with a lick of sense would have avoided, but I was young and foolish then, not like the old and foolish person …
It was one thirty in the morning when they came in. It’d been a quiet night and I’d fallen into the lull, letting my guard down after too many hours where nothing had happened. I glanced up from my laptop as they entered – the …
