Each new door opening was a fuck-off heroin hit of excitement. It never got old, but the first was the best. He’ll never beat the first time. Each lift of the key to the keyhole was a fresh needle to skin. The metal on metal slide into the door. A soft, dull click and an
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Do you believe in luck? I mean, like it’s a force, like good and bad luck have this power; they can fuck you up or make you? I didn’t used to. Sitting in a dodgy casino, waiting for James, is as good a time as any to think about luck. You know when all this
PART ONE “Don’t touch it,” she said. “What?” “The red curtain.” I must have looked horrified. “It’ll wrap you up. Bind you in its velvet redness.” “I’m sorry, I forgot who you are.” I said, which was the truth, but then, I never really knew her, I think. “It doesn’t matter who I am just
English translation: Tuuve Aro & Donna M. Roberts It’s inside the storage locker, diagonally above my head, un-opened, in a brown paper bag. I got it just before we left the mainland. On the street corner I stopped and slapped my forehead: “Potatoes! I forgot to buy potatoes!” Linus and Sam went on blabbering.
