The Electric Typewriter
Great articles and essays by the world's best journalists and writers.9th Sep
by Ned Zeman
Kept his distance. Growled when need be. But they couldn’t take a hint. Wouldn’t get the fuck out of the way. And now it was cold and rainy, and he was too old and tired for this shit. He expressed his displeasure by ripping them to pieces and tearing off their heads.
