It was the splatter of liquid on my face that woke me. Shitty-quality beer, with a taste of loam. Awareness returned as it puddled beneath me, where the tree roots grew against my back. Feet on the ... [+]
Joe's knuckles bled, the result of inflation. Tonya was some sort of greedy little Tinker Bell wannabe. She even had the wings to go along with it. She wore them every single day. The whole idiotic getup. But she paid well. Just before, Joe had told Johnny he'd give him three dollars. It was one of his classic playground deals. He told him he was especially interested in the central incisor, of course. That was the grand prize, he'd explained. Size did matter. Though if it was too hard to get out, or he was concerned about his post-extraction appearance, he'd certainly settle for a lateral. He