Monday, December 5, 2011

Today's Favorite Passage

"Where?" he said softly to himself. He didn't know if he meant, where am I, or where do I go. He still felt Novocain-numb all over. An image of the compact machine gun pressed into his forehead flashed through his mind. He had known he was about to die.

A pain pierced his skull like an axe cleaving a wedge in a log. He had brain trauma three weeks ago, for goodness sakes. That explained why he was following the lead of an autistic man. What possible excuse did the Mueller brothers have?


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1 comment:

  1. Cool.

    I like the Wheezy cover BTW.