It was ten in the morning on Sunday so of course Dick was asleep. In fact he was having a pretty good dream involving Annette, Jessica Alba and a tub of Cool Whip. Actually, it was a great dream. Right up until he heard his mother’s voice shouting, “Cassidy! Dick Junior! Mommy’s here! Where are my little boys ( Read more... )

The antique clock hanging on the mantle place in the fancy living room that nobody went in read 2 o'clock in the afternoon. Dick wondered how long this would take. He was supposed to meet Duncan at Java the Hut in an hour. They were both getting new fake ID's and then driving to Senor Shrimp to get hammered. He looked over at Barry Randall, who was ( Read more... )