A teaser from my upcoming pro-wrestling themed short story “Hells Go to Hell” The roar of […]
At 77, Jack no longer walked as well as he used to walk, peed as well as he used to pee, or thought as clearly as he used to think. It’d been a good life, though, all things considered, so he wasn’t complaining. He just wished people had a little more patience these days.
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