Jazz, the sweet kind, from days gone by, not the saxophone-heavy new kind. Blues, Billie Holiday and Robert Johnson, nice. R&B, some rap and
books_&_desirehas quoted8 months ago
including Luke, Hank and Eddie. Luke worked with Lee. Hank was his brother and a cop. Eddie was his friend and also a cop. The newspapers had broken the stories of
books_&_desirehas quoted2 years ago
Tell him to go.”
“He’s not the kind of man you tell what to do,” I shared and I heard Max chuckle
books_&_desirehas quoted2 years ago
Max,” I breathed, wanting him back.
“You like my cock,” he stated somewhat arrogantly and
books_&_desirehas quoted2 years ago
Colorado had only put one man to death since 1976, Max had to make do with Harry not breathing free and
b1517897976has quoted2 years ago
I never went soft. I was all hard. I’d built a shell around me no one could crack. I had reason. A really fucking good reason.
Problem was, I built that shell so hard, even I couldn’t break out of it
b1517897976has quoted2 years ago
See? Life sucked. For everybody.
It was just that for some, they made their way to happy