Flies, Snakes, Fat Benny

Flies, Snakes, Fat Bennyher infidelity had been tolerated countless times--but even the most patient of men has a breaking pointIt was Monday. Lunch break. August, and the heat was eating at the red-brick facing on the south side of the costume-jewelry factory. Fat Benny and I sat slumped against the wall near the loading dock, surrounded by pallets, crumbled masonry, twisted scraps of rotten metal and the Truk-Away garbage container. Nice place to eat lunch. Warrior flies occasionally attacked...