Lenny wasn’t what you call a morning person. He usually didn’t get into to bed until two or three a.m., so he didn’t get up until ten or eleven. And when he did get up, he wasn’t exactly a breath of sunshine. It was a quirk of his mostly otherwise affable disposition. Of course, Trish […]
Bottles rattled as an enormous man–his hands, big as shovel scoops–pulled the dolly up the steps and onto the platform. Once there, he wedged it between the bar and himself, easing it into an upright position, careful not to upend the boxes stacked high, emblazoned with the names Jack Daniels, W.L. Weller, Makers Mark and […]
Before Trish, Lenny had been burned by love–once. Her name was Rachel and she was young. They were both young. Rachel was a raven haired beauty with a great figure and fire in her veins. And she slept around–a lot. Lenny knew this about her. The first time they had sex they weren’t even on […]
So here’s the thing about Lenny–he was lucky. And he was happy-go-lucky. Back in the day, Lenny was totally cool with couch surfing. He lived in a few basements too, basements that he was supposed to remodel in exchange for rent and never did. Consequently he moved around a lot, but was never homeless. He […]
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