Words Matter
Michael Stokes-Byrne
There’s no point trying to hide it, so I may as well just be up front. I kill people. I kill people in vile, creative, and surprisingly economical ways for what I understand is the most competitive price per victim on the East Coast. I am a near-translucent, low life, scum-dwelling, semi-human sack of offal, but I always deliver value for money. I’m not a good person but I’m not an asshole.
I haven’t been booked for this part of town before, but I feel remarkably at home here. Budget hotels with flickering neon signs advertising rooms by the hour. Lead paint peeling off the tenement roofs falling into the open mouths of sleeping children. Mold and shadows. The stink of infected flesh beneath cheap cologne. It pleases me mightily that this is where my ta
