HALLOWEEN DOWNUNDER
“Fuck Halloween. Fucken yank wank.” Joan couldn’t tell if he was talking to himself or her. He was right there, maybe ten feet away, staring at nothing. “Kids knock on my fucken door, I’ll cut their fucken knuckles out.” Geezus. “Private conversation with myself your honour,” Dave put on a court room voice, “I wouldn’t… Continue reading HALLOWEEN DOWNUNDER