Brian Rawlins

When the man ran into Applebee's yelling “Help me, help me,” no one got up to help him, and Norman Fletcher just shoveled another spoonful of mashed potatoes in...

I’m sitting in the Cadillac. The sun is rising over the motel, and just like he said, the steering wheel is ivory. I put his keys in the ignition, then stop to ...

As soon as I hold the sword in my hands, I feel stronger than the jacked up Ford F150 that that dickhead Jasper parks up on his lawn, so strong that I swing the...