“The Boss” by Paula Lennon
Everybody has a right to life apparently. I disagree. Some people deserve to die. People like him . . .
Everybody has a right to life apparently. I disagree. Some people deserve to die. People like him . . .
Brown and mustard. I stared at the painted mushrooms on the wall, the same way I did every day. In the eighties, Brementown was living in seventies colors. Brown and mustard . . .