Golden
Listen….I’m tellin’ you…..you can’t trust any of these people….them….us…we’re all damaged….broken….they’ll slit your throat over a buck thirty-five on a SNAP card, Golden fidgeted, moved long fingers inside tight jean pockets…. All these guys have done time….none of ’em are clean, He lit a menthol, Rikers…The Tombs….Up State….rape…murder…sex offenders…that’s what you’re sleepin’ next to every […]