ArchiveMarch 2017

Mercedes Money (Excerpt)


Joe orders us each a pint of Guinness and tells me real men leave the bottled stuff for babies. Guinness is a thunderstorm in my glass; the beer head is thick like a cloud. Joe takes his first sip and lets out a loud exhale before slamming the glass down on our table. “Pool?” he whistles to get a waitress’ attention. All the women in this pub respond like dogs: heads turned, pupils dilated...