Chad Walker

“You ever go to one of those arcade pizza joints as a child? You’re usually there because it’s some other kid’s birthday, or worse, because your parent hates raising you so much they’d do anything just to keep you distracted for ten minutes in exchange for a pitcher of watered-down beer. The whole place is chaos. There’s flashing lights, blaring music, a colorful carpet that hides the vomit stains. Not to mention the norovirus-infested ball pit, the rickety merry-go-round, the workers with dead eyes, and the pizza that tastes like it was cooked in a Soviet-era microwave? All the while an animatronic rodent holds court on stage, blinking and rotating and telling you that he is now your god.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Butcher's Masquerade

“They’d been staying in a tiny apartment in Iowa—Sioux City, maybe Duluth, he’s never been entirely sure”
― Jackson Ford, The Girl Who Could Move Sh*t with Her Mind