Meet Nick Stone. The highlight of Nick's day had always been smoking Jane, drinking beer, and causing trouble. Usually all at the same time. But that all changed when Dad woke up with a dead stripper in his bed. - This story promises to offend you, insult you and entertain you, all at the same time. In Odd-Jobs, the author holds blatant contempt for literary merit, and the result comes off a little like Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas.
At eleven p.m. Dad and I put on our Isotoner gloves and loaded Sally into the trunk of the Caprice. I gathered up some provisions: my lock-picking gun, a clean rag, a bottle of chloroform and a flashlight. I fished through Sally's purse and found a business card identical to the one she gave me yesterday, which I immediately flushed down the toilet before Sally's body was cold.
Dad and I drove t...