The Regular by Jason Butkowski
“You can’t sit here.” “What’d you say, old timer?” He was a grizzly in a Packers jersey, with wrists the size of my neck. If you fuck this up, I thought, he’s going to kill you and use your femur as a toothpick. “I sai . . . I said you can’t sit here,” I […]
Lemmings by Jay Butkowski
The <CLACK> <CLACK> of keyboard strokes was putting Dimitry into a trance. There wasn’t much else to focus on inside the data center. Except for the sounds of typing and the occasional whirring of a CPU fan trying to cool down an overburdened processor, there wasn’t much by way of audio-sensory stimulus. They weren’t even […]
