Tag Archives: 17/08/2008

"The Fence" by Monk Eastman

Thank You, Julius

“Wanna play Star Wars?” he asked, his voice getting louder as it ran through the words.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“You don’t know what Star Wars is?” His eyes got wide as he said this, and I just shook my head no.

"The Fence" by Monk Eastman

Dreaming Of A Better Life

In cheap fiction, private detectives wear trench coats, smoke unfiltered cigarettes, keep a bottle in the office drawer and solve murders. In reality they wear faded anoraks, have bronchial asthma, masturbate frequently and mainly handle divorce cases.

"The Fence" by Monk Eastman

Thank You, Julius

“Wanna play Star Wars?” he asked, his voice getting louder as it ran through the words.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“You don’t know what Star Wars is?” His eyes got wide as he said this, and I just shook my head no.