Dirty Deeds From A Devious Son Of A Bitch
Marcus didn’t like being called Marcus. He liked Mark, Marky, even Mercutio on occasion, but it was Marcus that he hated. Marcus reminded him of all the twisted dark memories, arrogant teachers, and run-ins with the law he had back in Delaware. He had come to Los Angeles to forget all that. No job, no Read more about Dirty Deeds From A Devious Son Of A Bitch[…]