The Man Who Ran for God (pt. 2)

VI. Their Rims Were Tall and Awesome “It should be you.” In his study, Dodd, a block of pine on his knee, uncapped a bottle of industrial-strength wood varnish. At the window, his press agent Raymond Wachstetter reached on tip-toes to open the blinds and let some sunshine in. The squat man sniffed. With hisContinue reading “The Man Who Ran for God (pt. 2)”