The Lobster Guy (Two)
In the mechanical cacophony beneath bright lights and with the scent of poultry death in the air, Truman Humboldt reluctantly...
In the mechanical cacophony beneath bright lights and with the scent of poultry death in the air, Truman Humboldt reluctantly...
The day was gray and cold, the sky the color of frozen steel and whipped cream dipped in a downward...
It was on a Tuesday when the sun became different. I remember it clearly because Tuesdays I visit with the...