Cupid s Big BreakChapter 1
He sat on the curb, swigging from the bottle in the brown bag, and wondering how the fuck all this had happened. Four days ago, he'd been happily on his way, his wings bright and white, his arrows red and ripe with love. His diaper was just the way he liked it, freshly pressed, nicely starched, every fold perfect and precise, and everything had been rosy in his world. Then, he got the message. That dreaded message from the big guy. He was needed. It was urgent and only he, Cupid, could do...