the final chapter
Posts from the ‘Rick Oahu’ Category
Big men attack like sharks on Diazepam.
Fighting wonder of the modern world. Gentleman. Salt of the earth. Goofy foot.
An Iraqi youth with fingers like talons strikes into his barrel of wet sand with the controlled psychopathic hysteria of a man in hot battle. His back is a griddle of deep hotwire scars earned by his insolence and fortitude in the dungeons of Abu Ghraib.
Their wounds suggest that they had both had their sternums ripped open by bare claw