“The strains of Fats Waller blew through my mind just about the same time the bullet hit my stomach, making me wish I’d left the danged vinyl at the store.”
I wrote the sentence above a few months ago. I have no idea what to do with it. So I am going to do something a little different: You, my readers, have my permission to take this first sentence and take it wherever you want to go.
The only rule is this: I get to read it when you’re done.