by Cullen Gallagher
Murder and sex – I know it’s a cliché, but there’s gotta be some truth to it, because one always goes better with the other. Try it sometime, and in that order. I did, and it was the first time in years I didn’t need any pills, which is saying something, since I’m no spring chicken. At least for the first two rounds, and then I found myself starting to wane. But then I remembered the revolver in my coat pocket, and the five chambers that were still full. I figured if it worked once, it would work again – right? – right, only now my wife and girlfriend are dead, and I’m still not satisfied.
Cullen Gallagher lives in Brooklyn, NY where he is a film critic. He also blogs about crime fiction at Pulp Serenade.