Short Story: Smashing Palaces

I’ve sure been in worse places than that tiny motel room, somewhere in Christchurch a decade ago. In fact, for a while there it felt like the very best place. An old-fashioned TV, me, and the whiskey bottle. And so what if I drank far too much? I don’t drink at all now so it’s all evened out. Everything was fine when I found Smash Palace because it’s al…