Country Mike’s whole torso was sticking out of the fifth floor window of Charity Hospital, trying to decide if his cigarette smoke was more tolerable than the muggy New Orleans air while also trying to be aware of the cacophony of buzzes and beeps leaking from the room into the night. Spider, who was reclining…
Ch 8: Something Wicked
“Hey vatos, how were the honey buns?”Christopher Perez asked. The sleeping boys roused and answered, “Awesome man, thanks.” Spider passed him the autographed magazines. “I even made one out to Louie.” Perez pointed past the boys to the sleeping cat in the window and said, “Hey, is that the ghost cat from the brujo?” “What’s…
Lords of Magazine Street: The Ice Cream Gangsters 