One Man’s Trash by J. Ethan Begley

I’m the guy you warned her about aight.  Ain’t nothin’ to be done ‘bout it neither. Creech was one of those wirey black dudes who looked weak until his muscles corded out and knocked the life outta you.  Lanky arms became fists with reach.  Christian Santos knew that now, frail and crumpled on the motel […]