Monthly Archives: August 2017

Billy glanced at the car again. Doogie was bobbing his head in time to some unheard song. Good. This meant there was time for coffee. This was new. Instead of crusty unwashed industrial sized coffee machines with tanks full of … Continue reading →

As he assessed the store, Billy’s heart soared. “This is it!” He mused to himself. “This is the mighty engine of capitalism, harnessed at the yoke, existing only to serve me.” He breathed it all in; flickering fluorescent lights, lottery … Continue reading →