Slip Out the Back Jack
They take turns with the knife, cutting their thumbs open. A drop of blood lands on the dark wooden table. Eyes meet across the room. All four thumbs are pressed against each other one by one. Blood is shared, secrets buried. Years later a brutal madman sprays bullets into a crowd at a movie theater in Miami and sends a chill through the entire nation. When human remains are discovered in the dense forest next to a biking trail in Brevard County, it is only the beginning of a series of gruesome murders, which will shock the entire Space Coast.
Ain’t No Messiah
Could You Believe You Were the Second Coming of Christ? What if you were a dumb and dirty little pervert? If you were feared, not loved? If you couldn’t die no matter how damn much you wish could? That’s why I’ll always say I ain’t no Messiah.