“Shut up, Igor, and think yourself lucky! There are thousands of starving beggars wandering the countryside who'd jump at the chance of changing places with you – at least you get an occasional turnip and gruel allowance in return for your tawdry, half-hearted favours.”

bridge and last sex scene.

Death defying antics of a madman in disguise, His hopes and dreams are shattered, you can see it in his eyes. Tender hooks and egg shells creeping passed his door,

...and 'trust' has only one

Going on the record with the variety of emotions, thoughts and actions prompted by the last day of every year.

It’s mid-way on my frame, You fuck it every night, And I ask you to say my name. I don’t really want to hear it, I don’t want to hear a fucking word,

Chapter 6 Amtrak was the best connection leaving the Gulf so I purchased a ticket up the line to Houston, could I be the first hobo in history to actually pay to ride a train?

Chapter 5

Chapter 4

The ‘cosy’ British mystery novel, a literary genre, so the stereotype goes, exclusively written and read by spinster aunts, this book is unashamedly part of that tradition and displays many of its virtues.