Archive for September, 2011

When I opened the curtains and saw the shadow perched on the fire escape, I thought for a second it might be somebody from the IRS. Mami had said that IRS agents were shape-shifting putos, and I imagined them to be like the Mr. Smiths of The Matrix, silly-putty men in black suits, morphing at […]


The van rolled in about a half hour before daybreak. Old Eddie got out, his bones creaking, tipped his cap to the high beams, and limped off into the buildings’ shadows.