Marc Love resented being a celebrity. But he was grateful that he was an unknown celebrity .

Had the world known him to be the Blue Man, there would be troops of speculators on  reddit commenting about his personal life. Love sat there smoking a cigarette, his ass on concrete thinking...

What did Stan look like? He was a thin guy. And wore a funny hat. He was more than those things. But whenever I heard people describe the guy, they always used those attributes. Skinny guy. Always wore that funny hat.

You didn't need an invitation to attend a  funeral ....

Although the bathroom was bright, it felt like the wrong place to be. Sort of like an alley at the wrong hour of the night.

By the time the urge to run arrived, he felt it too late. Right then that urge was overtaken by his ego . The desire to...

As soon as he arrived at the bar, he had a beer in hand. The golden lager vanished in three gulps. A long, loud belch escaped from his barrel chest. Some people at the bar peered over. His coworkers laughed. The bartender got him his second beer un prompted.

That beer...

He thought about the tip jar. Guesstimated how much was in there. Tried distracting himself until his mind brought back what he was really thinking about. Back at the mansion. With Mr. Green.

He looked for him. He never stayed at the cafe long. But Stan had never seen Mr. Green...

Fuck, Stan thought. Had what just happened, really happened?

"Relax, Stanley boy."

Fuck was he reading his mind?

"I know that must've been... alarming. But I promise you you'll get used to it."

Stanley was too afraid to look over at Mr. Green. He tried to steal a peak when Mr. Green seemed to...

Two men found dead in an upscale neighborhood outside the city limits. The bodies were murdered professionally. Clean gunshot wounds front to back straight to the heads. The killer did not attempt to cover their tracks. Bullet casings were left on site.

Police tried to trace the bullet casing serial back...

"Where this guy at?"

"Over there."

"What that neighborhood?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck does a guy like that want to buy drugs from people like us?"

"I don't know."

"What's his name again?"

"Mr. Green."

"What kind of name is that?"

"I don't know. The guy likes money. Can you just be quiet for a moment."

A moment passes.

"So Mr. Green eh?...

On the edge of town was a small shop that baked bread every morning Monday to Friday.

It was the best bread Marc Love had ever had in the United States. He had had better bread elsewhere in the world. But in the states this random shop was it.

While living in...

This is how we would start his day.

First a coffee. Then a cold shower. After that 30 minutes of meditation. And then he would have enough energy to make himself a quick breakfast. With a full belly he would then have the motivation to go into the bathroom, lather the...