it was better than most of the short stories that i have ever read, including works by Crane, Vonnegut or London, and is at least as entertaining and thought provoking as Kafka or O'Connor. great stuff!
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
