Date Night

The bartender moved toward me as I slid onto a stool near one end. The bad music was interrupted by a worse DJ. I could understand at least half of what he was saying. Strip club DJs are supposed to mumble unintelligibly until they reach a pronoun. “Jack and a Bud . . . ” … More…

Bat Country

I slumped onto the couch with my coffee, still groggy from bourbon and sleep medication. My curtains were drawn, filtering gauzy light into my recently rearranged living room. I clicked on the TV and rattled the thumb wheel on my coffee table. The Big Man’s e-mail popped up on the screen. Did you pick up ‘Genexus’ yet? … More…