The next Twenty Something to proclaim that he “needed more cowbell†was gonna get punched in the fuckin’ face. Unlike the rest of his life, stomping some backwards-baseball-cap-wearing punk was something within Carley’s control. He had seen Blue Öyster Cult in … Continue reading »
Thh-whack! Thh-whack! Never before during the eight years Earl Barker had spent in countless motel rooms as a cardboard box salesman had he heard a more disturbing sound. While he couldn’t be one hundred percent sure, his worse fear was that the two, quick, bone-cracking smacks which had just exploded through the wall were the sounds of a woman being … Continue reading »