Harry leaned back in his chair closed his eyes and let “Birth of the Cool” fill his eardrums, soak through his skull and temporarily crush the pain away (just for a second). Miles Davis wasn’t usually the sort of thing he went for, but lately none of that mattered.
Harry needs to kill his wife.
Harry needs to kill his boss.
The Agony of the Working Man is raw, brutal, existential – perfect for fans of mysteries, thrillers and tales of the down and out.