I've been trying to keep something a secret. It's both a knowledge and a man, but it's also neither.

Its name is S'Peejay Dunkler.

I'm not entirely sure that's his real name, but I met him walking my awful, half-dead dog Milo a few weeks ago. He was shambling down my street looking miserably happy; this forced, jagged grin splayed under a pair of jilted, sagging eyes. The kind of face you make in a mirror when you're super bored. He noticed me with a hideous little...