Siebenkäs

It somehow felt good - first buying the perfume at Harrods and then walking home with it, to the squatted house on Warren Street. It took about an hour - enough time to sniff at my arm again and again. He was just a squatter who loves scents....

They rolled along in their little band bus, always on Interstate 29. The gray sky didn’t bother them, as they were filled with the idea of their first deal. Just yesterday, they had almost managed to sell a $2,000 package at the front door. Oh,...