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Pig
Mike Longo
 His skin was peeling…goddamn
Irishman could never take the sun.
Beach patrol was a bitch with this guy. Every two hours he re-applied, coming out of the bathroom
looking like a greased pig. It had to
have helped a little bit, but it was like he was cursed or something. We
found her naked corpse under the boardwalk, duct-taped to the barnacled
support post. The pounding surf
ground her bare back on the impervious crustations. She bled to death—as a later autopsy would confirm—yet her gray
flesh was still plump. Even under the shade of his visor, his glacier blue eyes twinkled. n |
