It’s much harder to twist the charitable arm of a lottery winner compared to that of a man at his lowest ebb. It sounds like the wrong way round at first, but when you really put your nut to it, people are more frightened of losing the big shit tha...
Fuck choice. I want freedom.
No matter what the good boys tell you, criminality is not a level playing field.
Two hours later and I had to fork out for her taxi home. Bitch didn’t even give me her number. I wasn’t properly pissed because I’d controlled my urge to drink heavily so I could bone her good and proper when the time came. Fucking joke. No won...
I hate going back. I’d rather live at the bottom of my river of black, dragged this way and that by the forces that be, than go back there. Those forty-eight hours took twenty years to drown.
Some ancient oversight had nearly taken his sight, but this sad fuck was already blind inside.
He was breathing. That’s the first thing you always check for.
My spine spoke to me; I felt vulnerable, like he was gradually covering me in a heavy layer of gold without even having to touch me.
The drive was strangely calm. Deathly calm. Dark, light …. dark, light …. dark again as we glided under repeat street lighting. Four men sitting silently in four leather seats. Could hear the creaks. The smallest sounds are the most terrifying.
She was not alone in her respect for him. Because he is more than a boss to people. He’s a religion for non-believers.
We are all the sum of a million moments in our lives.
Without pride, man becomes a parasite – and there are already too many parasites.
Shame comes in different doses.
It’s late and most of the clerks are at home in their beds, dreaming of swimming in pools filled with real money.
Kalist brings out his best for the clincher. “You’ve never really loved your wife, have you, Ridley?
You need a father figure in your life.
To Kalist, Baumauer’s just a timber bridge in need of a good hot fire.
Rare contact creates a stir. Gossip spreads. Tensions build. Denying Pissec, miserable Obelmäker and repressed Baumauer are all seething-jealous – openly or reservedly – within the hour. The pay rise promise is working a treat. Brichacek’s lic...
Don’t mock my suggestions, Ridley – one day in the near future, they might just save your life.” Maxwell D. Kalist.
He’s in a side room alone with her and it’s far too fucking hot.
Leaving Baumauer’s frown to reappear like a fault line, Kalist retraces his route to his desk and sits down, then leans right back in his chair, looks up at the magnificent window behind him and chants – in a whisper so low Baumauer can’t make ...
