Last Kiss by John Lustig for December 02, 2024

Him: I don’t care if you break him. He doesn’t owe me any money.

Don’t forget weed for your pipe.

What would you like delivered I take requests, Your cowgirl could be less bronc busting.

I can’t help being distracted by that small statue. It looks like Rodin’s Thinker with a beard and a man bun, and he’s wet nursing an infant.

Sure. It’ll save me the tip.

Yes, please don’t, the deposit for delivery boys getting expensive.

They called the delivery man Steely Dan III from Yokohama, and he ran out of steam, a critical part breaking from metal fatigue.

At least he died happy.