From the book: Adrift 'Neath the Fingernail Moon

The smell of stale beer and old putrid fish isn't such a great thing to wake up to. Nor is the unwelcoming sound of a garbage truck approaching at a feverish rate. Luckily for me, the truck has to stop two dumpsters down and empty there first. If not for that. I might have been just another squalid stain on the alleyway in this city. I get up, and try to wipe some of the undetermined excreta from my clothes...

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From the book: Adrift 'Neath the Fingernail Moon

Albert was the nicest kid in the world. everybody agreed on this. But at nine years old he wasn't terribly bright. Or particularly observant. Albert believed that cartoon characters actually lived in a place called Cartoonland. He thought that money actually did grow on trees. He believed that eggs were made in a factory by chickens, not hatched. He still believed that a fairy put money under his pillow when a tooth fell out. And mostly, Albert believed in wishes...