Status Updates From Nineteen Seventy Seven (Red...

‘—married five years—had one son—and wanted another. But what I got was the fuck of my life in the back of an unmarked police car—And that night I went home—And I turn over the Evening Post and there he is, one step ahead, waiting for us—’

‘Look at you—with your hat on your cock—bag of secrets—cross and—prayers—blessing the fucking—turning the tea into wine. It’s me—I was there, remember? The night you fucked up.’