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DEATH BAAAAARRRRR DEATHBAR

(to the tune of “Stingray”)

“The elevator doors opened again to reveal a very large man brandishing a blood-stained antique phone receiver in a plastic bag and proclaiming ‘I found this up him!’”

(For those just joining us, the DEATH BAR monitors my word count on GUN MACHINE, the novel I’m writing for Mulholland Books, set for release in autumn 2012.)

Published in daybook