…The mold on the living room wall of Apartment 4B was shaped vaguely like the state of Florida, if Florida were fuzzy, black, and smelled like wet cardboard. From the sagging plaster ceiling, a steady plop… plop… plop echoed through the room, perfectly timing itself to land in a dented plastic bucket sitting dead-center on […]

The rusty pickup truck had been making the same high-pitched squeal for the last forty-seven kilometers. Larry had tried turning up the radio. The radio stopped working. Barry had tried diagnosing the noise. He concluded that it was “probably mechanical.” Garry had spent the last twenty minutes leaning his head out the passenger window, trying