In the morning I dragged myself sleeping from the second connecting bus into your cafe, ordered a triple hammerhead and told myself I was ready for a job interview. Read more
Every single person I invited to this show declined for one reason or another: anniversaries, brothers’ birthdays, cousins’ weddings, TTRPG nights; apparently every event in the county had to occur on this particular Veterans’ Day weekend. Read more
Thought:
“About the only thing’ll get a fascist through’s his charm. The newsfolks love it.”