“Yes.” “For real?” “Yes.” “Fuuuuuck.” “Uh huh.” Bauser looked at the cold steel in his hand. Funny, he thought it would be heavier. He’d always imagined holding a gun would be like holding a cannon, a real sign that you had some fucking strength in you. He’d held an air pistol once, at his best m...
I decided the best way to get back at her was to visit our marital home and kick the crap out of something she’d liked. That wasn’t my first order of business, though. The main point of the trip was to go to pick up my savings. I wasn’t raised to trust banks. I was taught to have a roll of cash n...