Otis and the Pisco Sour
The woman walked toward me with a plate of green balls. No story should begin that way. It’s the type of lead that conjures nightmares, or at the very least, pornographic guilt, you know...
The woman walked toward me with a plate of green balls. No story should begin that way. It’s the type of lead that conjures nightmares, or at the very least, pornographic guilt, you know...