In The Shooting Gallery
Written by George Gad Economou “I just need an 8ball, man,” she pleaded. “I said, no! no money, no drugs, okay? we’ve been through…
The First Hole In My Closet
Written by George Gad Economou it was supposed to be a relaxing night; she arrived, I cracked a bottle of wine: good wine, preserved…
Neon Lights
Written by George Gad Economou a flashing neon sign of a martini glass attracts the right kind of people, the ones that need a drink,…
When The Nightingale Was Silenced
Written by George Gad Economou crepuscular night, the blinds were down, the lights were off; no music, no laughter, no talking. just some heavy…
When We Fought
Written by George Gad Economou we were like two rabid werewolves high on too much; screaming, screeching, clawing, scratching, cursing…it never lasted. we…