The Money Womb: Chapter One
He was born with the face of an asshole and came out like any fighter would, fist first. “That’s my boy!” sputtered Du; a man with a face like a slapped ass and whose acrid stench suffused the...
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I was born with a full set of teeth and bit my mother’s flesh exiting into the new world. I didn’t yell because of the bright lights, cold room or the hurly-burly threatening to shatter my zen. I...
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Du grabbed a two liter bottle of cola and doused the flaming Asshole who sat melting a hole in the center of the orange shag carpet. Asshole grinned through the steam as Karma ordered the two...
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The spontaneous combustion gig, I promise you, does not arise out of any particular desire to avoid intimacy with my inherited family. If I am to compete with the two one-celled organisms for...
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Like a wayward canine, Gastric bypass tracked a line of mud and grass through the hospital hallways. It had been a long, long couple of weeks. His wife, a closet dictator and pedantic woman, hid...
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