We never had a chance.
The sun was just going down and it was fast becoming a clear, crisp April eve.
“Well, what’ll it be tonight, boys?”
question was absurd. The Meg Chittenden-Robert Gregory Browne jello
wrestling pay-per-view was still three hours away, so continuing to
drink was, of course, the order of the evening.
consisted of five: Barry “The Hair” Eisler; a little too good looking,
a little too… Continue