The Art of Impalement
Words By Tyler Lacoma, Art By Tyler Champion
His friends called him Jay, because he worked up with the birds. Jay rode skyscraper skeletons, where New York was flickering itself sullenly into being. A taste of steel lived in Jay’s mouth, scars on his arms, and no room anywhere. His world was girders, lines, oil.“Frosty,” they called him. He didn’t understand what love felt…