The Mayor of Ruins
ACT I: THE DRINK The beer was warm. It always was in the trailer, because the trailer had no refrigerator, and the trailer had no insulation, and the trailer had no anything, really, except for four walls and a roof and a floor that sloped toward the door like the deck of a ship that had seen better days. Ray Kowalski sat on a milk crate in the corner of the trailer, staring at the wall. The...
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