Get me a damn beer .

No not this one. The other one.

The kid gave an asking look.

You drink it. The man said while pointing at him. Get me the right damn beer this time, boy.

The kid went and got a can. Cracked it open. Saw his fingers remove some of...

Outside a service access backdoor stood Justine holding a cigarette , her upper back leaned against the brick wall. All felt calm, honking and engines floated peacefully, muffled through the large alleyway between the Historic Center and the National Hotel.

The ordinary urban alley had a bad association. With trash inappropriately...