The Five-Two

TAZ I’ve caught my share of crooks: bank robbers, grifters, puppet masters, loudmouth frauds. I don't hesitate to feed my ego by bu...

FALSE CONFESSION Let me amuse myself and devour your attention, since I’m under arrest and you’ve found Clarissa, my lichen-laced .357 ...

YOU TELL ME Some people need killing. You know who my object of opprobrium is: the plump-faced misogynist who moved in down the street. Be...

ON THE INTERNET I’ve lost my humor: my false teeth surround their tongue, threaten to chew it next time it flickers, stomach accepts no...

ANY SECOND NOW I'm no Zulu warlord, nor a short-sleeved madman savoring a drip of coffee in this sad diner. I renewed my subscripti...