The Heartless Cad

Last night’s events again confirmed that I attract crazies like a black hole snatches small wandering stars. Here’s what happened: it’s about 10:30PM and I’m escorting the Malt out for his final constitutional of the day. Lovely evening, a susurration of trade breezes for which wind is too strong a descriptor; quiet enough to hear... Continue Reading →

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