Tag Archives: Adventures of Jimmy Bertha and I

Roughly one smidge later I’m inside the police line, snapping shots away to my hearts contents. Franky’s interviewing witnesses. First the people on the street, and then the parlor management and staff. I wink at the willowy fellow I met … Continue reading →

I sat there in the dark, the dripping noises flooding the whole of my hearing, the smell of dank decay wafting in waves over my body, listening for a noise that would tip me off that the night’s festivities were … Continue reading →