Letting Out the Devils

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(30 25 21 1)>Our narrator spends his days behind bulletproof glass selling experimental pseudo-legal drugs to the vagrants who linger around the gas station. His wife obsesses over a painting endlessly starting over on the same canvas layering thick acrylic colors on top of each other until the texture is thick enough to swallow a baby. And their baby... she's cutting teeth. Gun-toting street preachers sw*stika-tatted w*ggers and trap house shamans with holes in their heads populate a Third Coast town choked out by chemical plants. What a time to be alive.</span></p>