A swift kick and the dingy metal door swung open with a rusty squeal. Before me the ocean of used-condoms, bullet casings, bone fragements, dried blood and beer cans that covered roof-top of the Al Rasheed hotel in Baghdad. Maybe fifty yards away stood Hannity, his back to me, teetering on the ledge of the [...]
Entries Tagged as ‘Hannity’
April 20, 2007
1984… Tigers
Hannity and I cautiously entered Old Tiger Stadium. “I stashed a body in here a few years ago,” Hannity murmured, “I want to see if it’s still here.” Reasonable enough, I thought. Lord knows I had found my share of Hannity’s corpses, the majority scrotum-less, in my time as his assistant, so this was nothing [...]
April 18, 2007
Hannity
With one shaking, flushed red hand, Hannity reached down and turned the A/C up to MAX. Leaning over, he shoved his face as closely to the cool stream of chemicals as he could stand, and took a monstrous breath. He was hung-over, sick in the weak-wrist-sort-of-way and needed the recycled air. Bloated and soft, his [...]
