Divorced by a Vortal

They fight. They fight because she’s a bitch and he’s a “weak piece of shit with penis envy.” In the light streaming from the dashboard, Gordo’s Face looks purple, and the little squiggly green vein in the center of his forehead pulses. Martha hopes, God, Martha wishes, it would fucking explode. She pictures blood drippingContinue reading “Divorced by a Vortal”