But it was the opposite of that and Joey’s dad was going to be spending the next thirty-five years there in a cage. He’d left all his shit behind, and Joey spent his free hours in the garage, sorting it out. Free hours—what a laugh. Most of his hours were free. That was part of the problem, thoug...
There were eight of them hunkered behind the row of HESCOs, eight Rangers in digital camo, black kneepads, and vests. Rifle rounds from the insurgents snapped against the wire mesh of the barricades, and he’d been watching, through a crack, the quadrangle of marketplace between him and the hostil...
Shall a man be more pure than his maker? Behold, he put no trust in his servants, and his angels he charged with folly: how much less in them that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is dust, which are crushed before the moth? They are destroyed from morning to evening: they perish for ever...