Kuokoa B. Mchango was certain that it was the last night he would be alive, for you see, tomorrow was his 28th…
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The two gradually exited Carmine’s restaurant in midtown Manhattan, fully satisfied and slightly tipsy from the fine…
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I like to tell folks I don’t have a story
But I also like to fuck with people
That in itself tells a story.
You…
In the summer of 1998, shortly after my girlfriend Valerie moved out of our Brooklyn apartment, using the excuse…
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Janice limply heaves the thick unabridged dictionary into the metal trash can at the corner of Vandam and crosses…
“Tell me, Jonah: What good is a nurse that faints at the sight of blood?” Obadiah, a frontier-weary doctor, whined…