Dre was no good for quiet work anymore, he couldn’t blend in anywhere. His mass drew stares like a natural force. He was muscle pure and simple but Alfonse loved him since the moment they set eyes on each other in the frozen winter yard at Sing Sing.… more
Writer: John McMahon
Anniversary Hit
FICTION by John McMahonWe’re not going to do him like in Buffalo. Does this look like fucking Buffalo? Is there four feet of snow on the ground? You see any rusted-out Camaros parked in front of pawn shops out here? This has got to look like an accident.… more
