Kaustubh Dudhane’s Reviews > Monday ’n’ Mayhem > Status Update

But time was a resource they'd spent too freely, and now the bill was coming due with interest calculated in lives.

Hope was thin armor against the world's sharp edges, but sometimes it was all you had.

Tomorrow would bring recriminations and hard questions. But tonight, they had liquor and weed, lies and each other, and sometimes that was all the comfort cruel worlds offered.

Memory was malleable, especially when soaked in alcohol and fear.

Here, hope died choking on sweet smoke and bitter booze while men cheered. The floors were pre-sticky with yesterday's violence, the corners pre-darkened with a thousand nights of sin, everything pre-corrupted for efficiency.