Tragic Stories

I've got to get rid of her,' Rick's thoughts were elsewhere, desperately trying to stay ahead of the game. He knew, though, it was coming. "Listen to me Marylou, you ain't nothin' to me. You were nothin’ more than just another job. So, get over yourself, you hear?" Rick McKenna's words cut through Marylou, much like the sharp knife he used to slice through the rare steak on his plate. "But, Rick," Marylou objected, discer...

I. Prison Blues and Familiar Faces Buzzed in and buzzed out, Cameras tracking shadow with Glass eye and red blinking light One last fuck-up, one lapse in judgment To send black ass back Under boot of man. No luck, no attempt, Just shuffling feet. Trading orange jumpers for denim and whites A pair of Jordan’s no memory of owning. There’s a pocket worth of change And a broken watch, That skips back and forth Tick tock, four...