When Darkness Falls, He Doesn't Catch It

You’re goddamn right I’m still sitting at the same weathered wooden table in the back of Manhattan’s oldest bar where I just finished my first masterpiece At Night She Cries, While He Rides His Steed.  The second I finished it, I started writing this one.  I’m now 14 beers deep, and I’ve polished off an entire eight ball of yay.  The phrase “everything in moderation” applies to everything except cocaine, booze, and prostitutes.  If you haven’t read my last book then you proba