It was hard for me to believe. When recess was over I sat in class and thought about it. My mother had a hole and my father had a dong that shot juice. How could they have things like that… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Right about here will do,” I decided. I cast a magelight to illuminate the place. The first faint glow of dawn was arising along the horizon in the east, but it was still as dark as a miner’s butt. “When… — Terry Mancour Copy Share Image
