Friday, June 18, 2010

(Recommended Reads) "Max" by J. Dane Tyler

I get chills when I think about Max.

He wasn’t long on brains, but was always good for a laugh, y’know? Four of us used to hang out at this bar called Wee Willy’s on 23rd street. Just a hole in the wall, but beer’s cheap, the company’s good and the barkeep knew us. Psycho Willy, we called him. Never found out his last name...

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