the smuggler’s bible


The truck is a little top heavy, so there is a slight wobble when the driver whips it around the curves on the downslope.

“You worried she’ll tip?”

“I’m worried we don’t hit the drop-off by dusk. Kid has a game tonight. Can’t miss it.”

“Aw, come on, man,” Loren says. “Don’t do that to me. You set up this whole loving father thing that, like, foreshadows tragedy. People will feel bad for you.”


“So what the fuck do I have going on? Cold pizza and this morning’s coffee.” Loren scowls. “I should have bought a puppy or something.”