Little Leo

By Brad Rose Whatever became of Little Leo? Last time I saw him, he looked like a death certificate before the ink dries. You remember his little bullet eyes? He’d draw a bead on you, and like a breezy skeleton, you’d feel empty as a two-way mirror on a one-way street. That little smile of … Continue reading Little Leo

Without a Voltage Meter to Check How Hot a Fence Is, You’re Just Guessing

By Brad Rose With its windows rolled down, a lowrider passed, Sympathy for the Devil, belting out its introduction to Satan. Ramon turned to me, said, “Did you hear Vito was charged with unlawful flight to avoid prosecution?” I said, “We used to be partners, but we were never really close.” “For only one dead … Continue reading Without a Voltage Meter to Check How Hot a Fence Is, You’re Just Guessing