“God Screamed and Screamed, Then I Ate Him”, by Lawrence Santoro

Bunch woke up. He was at his place, under the bridge, down where Papoose Crick fed the Rolling River. Snow was falling. Okay. He sat up and yesterday oozed into his head. Oh cripes! He was pretty sure the Eelmans, the fat lady, that other stuff from last night, whatever … Continue reading