l a sykes

I was chasing an escaped, psychotic, naked midget with a thick black beard across the…

Samuel Dorner was eight years old when he witnessed his first public hanging from the…

He stared up at the moon in the crimson sky. He lowered his head and…

When the sky cried tears and washed away the blood he thanked it knowing it…

“You’ve got an ugly pair of coconuts!” I sing with a wolf’s grin dripping indignation.…

Saturday night, quarter to twelve, last stop The Rat’s Haven at the top of Market…