Fact, Fiction and Opinion Stirred in an Odd Pot. Dark Girl in the Blue Dress. Last Night of the Iguana. If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain. You may not like war, but war likes you. When you meet the unbelievers, smite at their necks. Photo on The Satellite Moon. Some days back, and the more I look at it the more I like it.

The Best of The Zapata Tales and The Unseen Moon. T had rained most of the night, but not now, so he stood quietly so not to waken his mate. He left the cave to trot the short distance to the overlook. Clouds were clearing and he sat on his haunches and viewed the incredible distance, the morning valley below and the faraway mountains. He would always have a rabbit or something like that. It had to be done if they were to eat and continue.

A husband at age 22 and not long after that a father. You need a job, and I was without one. I became, in this order, a telephone company pre-wire installer, an insurance underwriter, an insurance salesman, a loan shark, and a repo man. I had no heart in any of those things, so I went back to college for a degree, driving Yellow Cabs on weekends. As the years passed, the techniques changed.

Dark girl in the blue dress. T was raining outside, a rain that looked to be an endless characteristic of this green jungle world, and he was sitting atop a crooked stool in an open-air bar with no name and little roof above. The warm beer was a national make,. The so-called street outside was mud, holes, trash, chickens and pigs. She dashed in wet from outside, a tall, dark girl in a blue dress, and he squeezed the. He was in love again, just the second time in his 48 years.

Religion is the opiate of the people. Socialism is the opiate of the silly. He was a socialist security goon, a young guy. Why did he pick me to hassle? Where were you born? What are you doing here? E had .