"Okay. I'm boring and no one can find the time to talk to me. I can play this game ( Read more... )

Advertisements blare into Keiran's left ear and the dull purr of his bike's engine and the sounds of the vehicles around him fill the other. Traffic has been reduced to a crawl, and he's stuck behind one of the city's dilapidated public buses. He digs around in his jacket pocket for his whiskey flask, and when he finds it, it's cold against his ( Read more... )

Keiran stands in front of the mirror, having decided for the first time in days to make a decent effort at shaving. He thinks to himself that he's looking a little sickly. The fluorescent bulb in the light fixture above his medicine cabinet flickers. He'll have to get that fixed soon ( Read more... )