D. put down the phone. The voice at the other end said Christopher Shamus was dead. They had found him in a pool blood, an overdose from his sleeping pills. So it goes. D. had least seen him a few days ago. He wasn't doing well. Fucked up on booze, he had been upset because he had fallen for an internet scam.
-D-
our story begins on a hot summer night at one a.m in the naked city...
Friday, February 03, 2012
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