"So you haven't heard from him in how long?"

"Twelve hours, okay." The detective was on the phone. He waved over his Sargent. On a piece of paper he had written "George flew the coop."

"Did he say anything mam? Like was he going to a store or something."

He wrote again on...

"I think you shouldn't wear that. It makes you look fat." His wife said. 

"You gotta look good for your new girlfriend." She said. 

George rolled his eyes. She wasn't letting up the assault, but the way she said it now he knew she didn't doubt him. They had had...

George felt his t-shirt on his lower back. It felt like summer nights when you couldn't sleep. Where the only cure was a cold shower. 

He gulped. Or water. 

The alcohol had left him in the past ten minutes and he'd become acutely aware of his senses. It was late,...

“I just need you to walk me through what happened. Or what you think happened.”

The detective spoke then looked at him the same way he did in the rearview mirror. There was a mixture of curiosity and doubt. That he couldn’t figure out. It was like he had already given...

George had felt most of his life like he was a sort of piece of a puzzle. Like or part of something bigger than himself. Sort of like a domino waiting in line. Hearing the slow fall of the others around him and know he was gunna be next. Just...

He was a showman if nothing else, his whole life he had been training for something like this. He kept his composure. Even when some people said "Doesn't he look like the Blue Man." or took videos of him. In the olden days this would have set him off. 

In...

It felt like a snow ball rolling down a hill. Everything just started moving after that. 

The next day there were posters everywhere and leaflets on the desk. George was worried, it seemed like too much stuff. Too much for this party. It was meant to be a simple one...

George wondered if someone who discovered the first antibiotic had this feeling. He was at first ecstatic, he fist pumped silently, trying not to wake his wife. Then he doubted himself. There's no way this is how it was, this is where the Blue Man would end up. Just in...

Where George lived now people could conceal guns without alerting you. When he was younger this didn't bother George, but as he got older it started to bother him. His friends that worked in the city had a gun or something in their car. Then another one of his friend...

He hated when Steven would meet Marc. He'd always say in an annoying way "MARC Love." And sort of point finger guns at him. 

He hated how Steve said it. 

He sometimes would call Steven Steve. Even though he knows it annoys him. He liked doing things like this to...