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,…