Tag: Black Sabbath
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 33
The sun had not yet risen when Maeve pulled up. I was on the steps of the Craven’s house with the team. The Tully flowed. Cookie Hill’s bowl was filled three quarters with Grolsch and she lapped it up. The Polito’s Econoline van was in the driveway. The M3 trench knife was back on the…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 22
Ozzy was gone. That was it. Ozzy was not coming back, not ever. Unreal. Nothing we could do would resurrect him or reverse these horrid chain of events. We had gotten ourselves into something that we couldn’t fix. We couldn’t make this one up, we couldn’t apologize or fight our way out of this. Death…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 7
A muddled pile of money remained on the bar soaked in Irish whiskey and Imported beer. Our hands gesturing and accentuating all the dumb words that slurred from our crooked mouths. We talked so much nonsense, but it was always fun, and that was the point. Pints and shot glasses clinked one after the other…