“Somewhere in the distance I hear the bucket clatter to the floor. I plunge the knife into his head, again and again. His arms lash out blindly, getting in the way. Blood mixes with water cascading to the floor. Meathead… — 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
