the ballad of Lester Littlefield wide-eyed night bellman is alive and thriving the smell of parkade concrete in warm and heavy summer night air the soft thrum of adult alternative echoing through the cavernous surfaces of a hotel lobby curling dumbbells in the long shadows of an abandoned fitness centre doing laps in an emptyContinue reading “Lester’s lot”
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Who Are You?
They say people are the same everywhere you go. They say you seen ’em once, you’ve seen them all. They say deep down, we’re all the same. They say a lot of things. This, though. This is a new one. He hasn’t said a word to me since he brought me here, since he droppedContinue reading “Who Are You?”
