Sublime

He had collapsed in his flapping and untucked hospital whites, dead possibly even before he hit the industrial black-and-red hospital tiles, and three days later the man who had dominated Jacky’s life, the irrational white ghost-god, was underground.

We finally agreed that I should invent an extra initial and call myself J. A. K. Gladney, a tag I wore like a borrowed suit.

Her brother was a wildbuck Mexican hotcat with a hunger for booze, a great good kid.

A donkey of a dog.

Joe: Because I dropped the price.