Remember before artistic biology, when dads still kept exacting scale replicas of major cities in bottles around the house? McWain’s prized Berlin was just all that guy could talk about after his fourth fifth, so after he left Jamie heaved it out of the cask and threw it across the room. An Avis Teagle, its perfect world was suspended in an amber bottle made of asteroid crystal. so of course when it hit the fireplace the thing fucking exploded into a million pieces and a thousand firework sparks.
