The two bums circled each other slowly in the dusty, litter-strewn parking lot. Neither was in a rush to bring the fight to the other and frankly, I was growing restless. “Come on you worthless blights, let’s get this party… Read More ›
Gambling
Seven, Everyone’s A Loser
“For East Egg!” I bellowed, my homeland’s battle cry echoing off the walls of the dank and dusty back alley where I was engaged in a game of dice with three rather disreputable-looking gentlemen. I threw with gusto and rolled my… Read More ›
I Hate It When People Die Owing Me Money
It would appear that Art Linkletter has died. Which wouldn’t normally bother me — I hated that man — but the bastard kicked off owing me a cool fifty grand from a poker game last year. Odds of me collecting… Read More ›
Roll Them Bones
Hot damn — I just made a cool grand shooting dice against some shipping department flunkies down in Luddite, Crapstone & Fuchs’ basement. The best part is how the shipping supervisor, “Big” Henry Duboise, cried like a woman after $400… Read More ›
