Hurley didn’t drink, really, but the liquor store was his favorite place to buy lottery tickets. He’d never heard of anyone celebrating a multi-million-dollar windfall at the gas station where some teenager with a face pierced full of tin randomly generated winning numbers between yawns.… more
Writer: Brian Beatty
My Chinese Suit
FICTION by Brian BeattyI’d never considered myself a mama’s boy, but what I’d never considered turned out not to matter very much.… more
