38. how to vibrate - Sick Sacraments
38. how to vibrate The Murder Bar was at its best on such hot autumn days. Icky and Denver had chosen a booth next to the open front door in order to watch street life slime its way past. Denver had decided to take refuge from his loneliness and resignation by partaking in a little social life. Icky had coaxed him into his local where others were also seeking refuge from their boredom. There was a background cacophony of music, the local baseball game being broadcast on television, the clink of the pinball machine and the banal murmuring of people congregating in circular leather booths. “Goddamn, Icky. I hate being carded at the bar. How old do you think I look?” “You’re not a regular. Yes, I know we are livin’ in a police state. So we don’t have to start with that.” “I’ll tell you why nothin’ ever happens around here.” “Boy, you are in an evil mood. I already know.” “Did you hear the latest gossip circulating the Gr...