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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 3
Things were unusually quiet in the city which was odd especially for the Bowery. We lucked out that someone was leaving from a spot on East 2nd street right around the corner from the venue. Martin squeezed the Malibu into the parking spot, barely, not without a few love taps to the cars sandwiching us.…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 2
I made a bowl out of my dry, callused hands and waited to receive communion in the backseat of the car. It had been ages since the last time I received the eucharist. I was a bad, bad Roman Catholic. I felt nothing for religion and any of its customs, to be honest, there was…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 1
“For he to-day that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother.” -Henry V, Shakespeare “Greater love hath no man than this That a man will lay down his life for his friends.” -John 15:13 For Jeff Death loomed overhead, as if we had our own little private black clouds hovering above us, shadowing…
SEAN GABLER
Middle Aged Curmudgeon. Gritty Minimalist Fiction. Self-Deprecating Non-Fiction.
SEAN GABLER 