Well, that might be the case if I was someone famous.
Just popped in and saw that I have not posted in a very long time.
Wow. I apologize profusely for the long absence.
Truth is, I have been too damn depressed to write. Too much bad juju going around.
I had a post percolating, but I just can't seem to get it polished and edited - I was tempted to post it anyway but you can put a coat of paint and sprinkle glitter all over a turd and it's…
Chapter 25 – Night Moves, Fixing Cherubs
So as many of my faithful readers know, I have been working nights for a long time. One of the guys I work with is a short, dark-complected fellow we all call Zapata because he has this awesome handlebar moustache. Oddly enough, his real name is Jules Fornier and he is born-and-bred ‘Murican who only speaks English. Everyone who does not know him immediately assumes he’s Spanish, which can be hilarious for the rest of us. But it…Continue
Chapter 24: The Gift Of The Mad Guy, Blunder Woman Returns, Crimson Ger Appears
Being the giving, compassionate neighbor that I am, I wanted to return the favor that Morticia did for me when she anonymously delivered a bag of fake dicks to my house. And yes, folks that may be inquiring, Kojak can in fact eat a bag of dicks, but I won’t let him because they have to last. It’s not like I have an endless supply.
So I went out with Methusela last time and bought a…
Chapter 23: Dildo Baggings, Arrested Development, Inspector Clouseau Rides Again
I was out of the loop for quite some time, due to my injury. Methusela tried to bring me up to speed on what happened while I was out of commission, but there really was not a lot of activity to speak of. The Velvet Jesus People were still next door, they were still trying to figure out how to utilize their property most effectively (apparently, Ger did not approve of Methusela’s suggestion:…