On her right-hand side lies her Bliss! Bible, looking a bit chewed around the edges, its pages warped from a dried slick of spilled Coke, a chunk of Snickers bar gluing the pages of Mark and Luke together. On her left sits the dog-eared pamphlet she found shoved under her bedroom door when she wo...
On the plate before him was half a cow, sitting in a pool of its own bloody juices. He smeared butter over the grill marks and then stabbed the flesh with a knife, sawing off a sizable hunk. He chewed it three times, swallowed, and grunted with satisfaction, washing the whole thing down with a sl...