April 2012
4 posts
Lloyd The Noid
Lloyd the Noid is what they called him back at the pen. It was unnerving, to say the least, to meet up with someone who criminals advisedly steered clear of. Trepidation shook my hands while I dialed him. I hoped with each subsequent ring that an answering machine would interrupt my call; that I would have avoided Lloyd after being so foolish as to seek him out. Lloyd the Noid answered, to my...
The laundromat is tucked in the corner of a desolate plaza, it’s a bygone plaza even to the suburbanites whose fenced in ideals likely prompted its creation. A Dollar Tree and comparably scanty Big K are the major consumer stores. The nugatory businesses are laughable, in the best light. In the plaza’s true corner, where the angle is formed, there’s a shady billiards hall. Wedged...
