Barry felt smug. He wasn’t hooked on booze, dope, sex, porn, nicotine, caffeine, medication, food, TV.
He was completely oblivious to that which hooked unsophisticated, moiling mobs. He considered himself fabulous, a rare human being. He’d reached perfection–Nirvana.
He pondered his magnificence while sucking gold-colored, Dial antibacterial bath soap.
Michael A. Kechula
yes, it’s the quiet ones you have to watch.
Shit. How did they find out?
I love the ending, you had me going.