I’m gonna be late to pick up our fur baby, Ammo Man tells me. My wife’ll kill me. His black cap says, DUE TO THE COST OF AMMO WE NO LONGER FIRE A WARNING SHOT. You’d better run, I say. And then: Sorry.… more
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New Baby
FICTION by Joshua KleinbergThe last time Sol and I had spoken was over a casket at our Uncle Lyndon’s wake.
“He was a good guy,” said Sol.
“He used to hit us with his King James Bible… more
