Last Night I Dressed in Tails Pretending I was on the Town. Pt. 4 of 4
a horror story
The two men sat drinking bourbon aged in barrels and they didn’t talk, but rather listened to the rain. It went on like that until Gil thought it probably couldn’t go on like that no more.
The radio hit static as Ed turned the dial, then landed on the Monkees, Steppin’ Stone. If anything could be said about old men, …
