I've been writing about a bad guy named Glen Trimmel in what will be my fifth novel, so I guess I was in the mood to write this short story. Johnny Wangerin began the day by giving his nephew a ride to work. Then he stopped by the pharmacy, where his call-in prescriptions …
Nightrider's Lament
"Why do they [write] for their money? Why do they [work] for short pay? They ain't getting nowhere and they're losing their share. They must have gone crazy back there." — Michael Burton (paraphrased)
