signs

Theo was drunk in a whorehouse when he got word that his father was dead.

Pillory agents were everywhere. Yancy could smell them. The waxy, newly minted reek of them was thick, turning her stomach. She seen the insides of one of them once. Back when she'd run the cracked cement of the river with Lack Luster and Envy Phenis.

He had an idea for a story once. About an iron building that trapped a wizard inside. Wizards were really a thing for him. This was a particularly nasty wizard.

There was the time he spent not sure if he'd ever get his mind back. Something was in residence is what it felt like to him. His thoughts constantly angling where he didn't want them to go.

He once joined a gym that required a notary seal on the membership application. Membership wasn’t for the gym itself, but for the body building club that gave you access to the gym.

What he thought when he was a kid was that he wasn’t wired like other people. He imagined it that way, wiring, electronics, titanium, circuit boards, diodes. He was full of that stuff, he thought. He imagined. Kid. Weird kid.