Martinis

Q Is For Quit

“Come in,” I said to my vice president of acquisitions Bob Laudermilk as he entered my office. “Have a seat. Would you care for a drink? An Old Fashioned, perhaps? Maybe a martini if you prefer something lighter?” Laudermilk waved… 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 ›