FICTION FROM DR. DRIVEBY
CHAPTER 1C 'So dig-the chick takes him to the back room of that funky-tail storefront that she calls her chapel. Skulls, chains, swords, charms, and all that junk hangin on the walls-statues of Egyptian gods. So anyway, this gal walked on her knees up to the altar...' The richly appointed Cadillac... Sign in to see full entry.