Larry Brown is a Master, Part III

He flopped over a bunch of Vienna sausage and Moon Pies, and then he flopped over the crackers and cookies. Blood was pouring out of his head. I looked down at one of the coolers and saw a big piece of black wool sliding down the glass in some blood. He was tracking it all over the store, getting it everywhere. From "The End of Romance" in the short story collection "Facing the Music." Read more about the late writer here.