The Stoner Boys got stoned in Stoner Woods, and that was all that anybody figured they would ever do — including the Stoner Boys.
Missy Churmblo would become a psychologist, Joe Maglietti would take over his father’s construction business, and the Stoner Boys would smoke dope in Stoner Woods. Maybe…
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The boys expected to find the hospital in chaos, with nurses and doctors rushing frantically around Grady. Instead, they walked into sterile white indifference. Grady, pale but otherwise looking the same as always, smiled at them from his bed.
Grady’s mother was there too, her enormous girth…
12:05 AM, January 1, 1967.
Lower Haight neighborhood, San Francisco, California.
The Beatles’ “Tomorrow Never Knows” emanates from a dilapidated house on an otherwise quiet street. The house’s windows glow with soft orange light. Darkness bathes the front porch. …
The game has just gotten more fun.
Tony Stroud thought things over as he sat in his car in the Jester’s Ace parking garage and finished his cinnamon bun. Rose had marked him. Stroud knew it. They’d passed each other in the street and Rose had seen the things that…
Babylon Works Park
Saint Louis, Missouri
They parted ways in the shadow of a statue of the robed friar Giordano Bruno. Devotion and pained faith glowed in Bruno’s stony visage as he stared up with yearning at the sky, arms stretch up and out towards the heavens.
Zady hugged Alex.
…
A coiled apple skin dropped into still water and sent ripples through the reflection of Global Intelligence Director Larry Crisman.
The man stood on the shore of a small cow-pasture pond smirking at the sight. It reminded him of special effects from a ’60s psychedelic B-film.
The whole “hippie” thing…
Part 17 is HERE.
“The Alex Rose I grew up with wasn’t a coward,” Zady said. “So, what happened?”
The question jolted him. Zady knew how to push buttons. Not just his. Everyone’s.
Even as kids she’d instinctively sensed the best route to cut people’s hearts out. There was no…
Part 16 is HERE
“Zady Magdalene,” he said. “What a perfect time to run into you.”
His embrace was stiffer than hers and stiffer than he’d have preferred it to be. It didn’t express the warmth he felt, but he’d never been any good at showing warmth, much less showing…
Corner of Damascus and 57th. A river of pedestrians flows past a young woman holding pamphlets out to their turned-away eyes.
Your children aren’t cattle, don’t let them be branded, the pamphlets read, but do slogans exist if there are no minds to read them? …
Stroud flicked his eyes to the photograph then back to the man walking down the street. Yep, that was most certainly Agent Alex Rose.
He wasn’t particularly tall, but he had an athletic stride, broad shoulders and powerful back, the short legs and long torso of a descendent of Slavs…
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