After paying the driver, Harry Pimble stepped out of the cab and shook off the deja-vu that had just come over him. He lit a Marlboro and sighed as the feeling dissipated like the smoke from his cigarette. It was a warm morning and the sky was a light blue with barely any clouds. Above … More Life After Death
It’s fucking evil the sun out here. A right nasty piece of shit. Comes up just before the locals start wailing and hangs there all fucking day like a proper menace. I have to smear meself in Army issue factor fifty to keep it from torching me skin. Makes me look like Casper the fucking … More Bastard Sun.