“Tequila Son” (Cult of Kill #9)

(The estimated reading time for this is 14 minutes)James shuffled his way through the crowd and situated himself at the bar. Smoke lingered like a faint wave of fog rolling past the pinball machines, over the television where WWF wrestling was displayed. He looked around the crowd, searching for a familiar face, but, instead, met […]
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Patrick Kill specializes in writing the most absurd, iconoclastic humorous dark fiction around. At 6'1'', he is the tallest midget on earth. He is a competitive eater…of children. He prefers footie pajamas with someone else's feet in them. He fishes for dead bodies in drainage ditches during the day and traps for yeti at night. He is the most ridiculous man in the world. His favorite saying is: "I don't always eat humans, but when I do, it's dos Mexicanos. Stay evil, my friends." Until they invent the first anti-social network, you will be unable to connect with him in any manner except by leaving a comment where his work appears. Which he will, in turn, not even bother to read. Get Cult of Kill, Volume 1 HERE.

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