today's progress: A Change in Fortunes

“Is that still a thing, even? Honestly, guys, this isn’t really my thing anymore. I’m a detective now,” Aesop met Kubert’s eyes. “Like you.”
Kubert smiled generously.

tonight's progress: oh sir, I ain't call no taxi

Though the beating took no longer than 3 or 4 minutes, he had plenty of time to consider the what it meant when your friends all split when someone bears false witness against you.

today's progress: why be so curious when nobody knows

“Jazzer, drop your axe...” he said, but not anywhere near loud enough to compete with the music.

today's progress: Size Large

Kubert opened the door. Aesop peered inside. 1000 pounds of white meat, uniformed in police gym sweat pants and tank tops, celtic knot tattoos and well-groomed goatees, laying down some of the most solid freestyle funk-jazz this side of Spaceways Inc.

today's progress: underground at the edge of time

“This reminds me of Broad Street North, in Regina,” Aesop said. “Except for the Sktrain.”
“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been east of Edmonton.”

today's progress: got to grow down to grow up

His friends were gone, their bikes still laid out on the summer grass like it was just an ordinary night. 

today's progress: the occasional curse

Bus routes used to have names that meant something. Now it was all new age mumbo-jumbo. What was going on at City Hall?