The lounge singer no longer sings at the Silhouette Lounge. What good is a lounge singer if she has no voice?

She noticed it start to go and cried bitterly after she finished her swan song.


Norris goes back to the same club over and over. Seeking approval for being a weirdo. Eccentric outfits but no one remembers Norris. I love the old Norris. Not the new Norris. Not this cool Norris. You’re more of a coward now, Norris.


I spot the back of his head from across the bar. A stomach drops because he’s here. I’m shown what it would look like if I ran up behind him and swung an ax. I bet it’ll sound like when the scary man’s dull knife beats the coconuts on the dangerous beaches of Copacabana.


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