Two Callous Uncles Eating to the Beat

Two Callous Uncles Eating to the Beat
A Short Story
by Mr Pseudonym
Phillip Thunder had always loved picturesque San Francisco with its naughty, new nooks. It was a place where he felt ecstatic.
He was an intuitive, spiteful, squash drinker with beautiful fingernails and short hands. His friends saw him as a greasy, gleaming gamer. Once, he had even saved an envious toddler that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of man he was.