T. Mick Donald

‘Hey, Sid,’ yells Manny. ‘I love ya’ you old fuckin’ chicken you. I’m glad to be goin’ down with ya’, man.’

Sure, he was 10-years old, but what his mother had taught him by then was more than enough to satisfy most of the eighth-grade girls.

Past, Present and Future walked into the bank at 9:01a.m. It was tense.

The elasticized, rubber tube was attached to the genitalia of any account member wishing to augment his or her existing balance of urine.

...let her see how she likes the steady stream of pale piss cascading down her leg and down under the arch of her foot.

Her eyes crackled and pooped gooey eye snot that built up while capillaries lit in negative, a snapshot in a darkroom;