Day: September 2, 2017

Palmer Miller leered at Jesse Chavez. “Ya see this fuckin’ hand, Chico?” he smirked.

Adolph Adams finally stood up. His candidature was finally to begin, at this small ‘fringe’ event.

Honest Adolph finally set the phone down. Troubled and tormented, The Electric Quaker gazed at his half-ironic John Woolman volume. Such a pioneer!

At 6 am, the cleaner finally came round. She gazed helplessly at Dickie. She knew who held all the power here.