Kim Phillips slept soundly with no trace of demons in her head while Marty Durkin and Randall Lark sat staring at each other across her condo kitchen table. “This might be a good time to talk,” Durkin said. “Whatever,” Randall said. “What kind of answer is that? You know that’s your problem,” Durkin said. “You […]
Some short, some tall, including a Mexican little people tag team wearing rubber masks that covered their heads and a trans woman who billed herself as the “Amazon Zombie,” a dozen hungover professional wrestlers, some clothed in mismatched torn tights, multicolored capes, scuffed black combat boots, fedoras with feathers and worse, jumped from four Dodge […]
“I saw your wife dancing Watusi on a table at RayRay’s Elbow Room in Clearwater Beach,” billionaire Russian oligarch gangster Borys Popov said. The booming voice on the other end of the telephone call gasped. “Why should I believe you? Russians are pathological liars,” said the man Borys Popov called “Meester Beeg.” “I was peeping […]
White wax candles lit Kim’s bedroom in a soft flickering glow. With her eyes open wide as communion hosts she shivered beneath a soft pink blanket. Ruby stood by Kim’s bed. “What an excellent day for an exorcism,” said Tara, one half of Kim’s split personality. “You would like that?” Ruby asked. “Intensely,” saidShannon, the […]
Thousands of pounds of exercise weights and equipment filled Kim Philips’ living room. To make room for what looked and smelled like a dingy gymnasium stinking from body odor and sweat, she had piled tables and chairs on top of each other, pushing a cabinet into one corner, a china closet into another and the […]
