I open up the goddamn door. It’s daytime. The sun slaps me in the eyes with its burning solar cock. Can’t see shit. Next thing I’m expecting is a bullet in my head or a knife to my chest
This is the second installment of, a previously unpublished novel by Brett Gelman thatunearthed a while back. We will be serializing it throughout 2011. No one has heard from Brett since last October, when he sent us a bag of cat shit in a Ziploc bag along with a note that read, “Keep this safe.” Please get in touch if you’ve seen him. We’re getting worried.
