You suckers should know by now that nothing is ever really free, but for this one time only, I will give away a free book for every two purchased from www.punkbooks.com
That’s right, buy two, get one free. This offer is only good until midnight Friday July 17th, so don’t waste too much time sitting on your thumbs. I must have lost my mind…
-Chris
A hungry crow landed on the rooftop of the Marbella Hotel and hopped to within a metre of Gramsey’s right sneaker. The scavenger regarded Gramsey and Dill quizzically, as if trying to figure out what the crazy humans were doing on the roof. Neither of the lumps leaning against the wall of the mechanical room showed any sign of life, but one of them held a burning cigarette loosely between his fingers. The crow studied the motionless bodies carefully, searching for anything that might be of value. That cup of brownish liquid looked interesting, but just as the crow stepped forward to investigate, the owner lifted the cup into the air. Startled, the bird spread its wings and flew away at speed. Perhaps there were easier pickings down on the street.
Gramsey took a small sip of whisky, then shut off the world again and returned to his former vegetative state. Presently, Dill raised his hand to draw on his cigarette. He huffed a cloud of contraband tobacco up at the clear blue sky and closed his eyes again, as peaceful as a newborn. A battered cowboy hat covered his eyes and, like Gramsey, he cradled a plastic cup of whisky in his lap. As far as terrorists went, Dill was unlikely to strike fear into the hearts of citizens. By comparison, a Boy Scout with a Swiss Army knife was scarier.
