“He laughs and turns up the music so that I can hear it in the back. The speakers blast out: ‘Streets like a jungle, so call the police.’ ‘Call the police,’ I smile, ‘fuck the police’ nodding my head to… — Harry Shaw Copy Share Image
“He laughs and turns up the music so that I can hear it in the back. The speakers blast out: ‘Streets like a jungle,… — Harry Shaw Copy Share Image
“Somewhere in the distance I hear the bucket clatter to the floor. I plunge the knife into his head, again and again. His arms… — Harry Shaw Copy Share Image
