Between the Lines (Cain’s Alibi in E Minor)

It’s all the dead ants that add up to the reasons I kept out of it. The first order of business, though, is those damn righteous bastards who dwell on decomposition — burnt foot bottoms too, well, there’s that as well. And so, what’s been keeping my company, besides this array of dissatisfied-customer concerns, is an all-too-well-known busted-up Chrysler and some not-so-sensational sets of bearings. At least…