His name was Adam Kyler. He had eyes as black as licorice jujubes and a spit curl hooked across his forehead that reminded me of a young Superman. He was nine years old. It wasn’t his fault he was standing in the alley, but I shot him just the same...

DOPPLE DRIBBLE is a story of revenge from beyond the grave and I guarantee you without a shadow of a doubt that after you read this story the VERY next time that you hear the sound of some kid walking down the sidewalk under the streetlights dribbling a basketball you are going to spend the rest of the night, scared stiff and wide awake.

Don't say that I did not warn you.

"If Harlan Ellison, Richard Matheson and Robert Bloch had a three-way sex romp in a hot tub, and then a team of scientists came in and filtered out the water and mixed the leftover DNA into a test tube, the resulting genetic experiment would most likely grow up into Steve Vernon." – Bookgasm