I made myself a coffee and sat down to look through my pages. I sat for almost an hour, crossing out bits with a pencil, making notes in the margins...
Marlene lived fifty miles up the line, and Sal drove off on the Sunday morning to go pick her up. She’d wanted me to go, too, but I’d planned to get...
So the day comes and they pull up in this big purple Olds, Nate driving. And here was a team. Bonnie and Clyde gone crazy as fuck. Marlene – skirt up...