by Doug Thompson | Aug 13, 1997 | GraveYard
Everyone who worked for Mac Alexander agreed he was a sour, unfeeling son-of-a-bitch. “Battery acid,” said one. “Cut him and he bleeds battery acid.” Mac Alexander ran construction jobs in and around Washington, D.C. with an iron hand....
by Doug Thompson | Feb 20, 1997 | GraveYard
She sips her coffee slowly and examines the cup, searching for the best way to put her feelings into words. “I’m not quite sure how to describe this,” she says. Why not? “Because I’ve never quite felt this way before.” Felt what? “I’m in...
