Feb. 8, 2019
The heart of a man is sinuous...There is a boy who slips and slides over the winter blacktop in Toronto, gliding about on his shiny white and red Schwinn with nary a sound at all. And you never quite get a good look at him, aside from his pimply face and his big, square glasses.In the wake of that Schwinn are found the bones and broken bodies of little girls and boys. Their corpses are bent, punctured, twisted, and always surrounded by a scattering of pennies and paperclips. Always, there is a big, fat human shit cooling beside them. And so the question on everybody’s lips is this:Have you seen this boy?
