The Vestigial Man

Of all the shit-hole bars in all the world, she was drinking at mine. I would've never guessed she was a time traveler.


I am Gavin Thorn--a drunk, a lost soul, and a slob. I sit in my bar in the Arizona desert, withering away. But today is July 13, 2014, and everything is about to change.


ADULT CONTENT WARNING: THIS SHORT STORY CONTAINS ADULT LANGUAGE AND BIZARRE SEXUAL CONTENT.



A NOTE ON LENGTH: This is a 20 page short story.