another night on 4th avenue
beer and mead and coffee and cookies and an IRS audit on the counter amongst scraps of paper, scrawled notes, and haphazard happenstance.
These here words are fer readin' and thinkin' 'bout 'fore I run outta apostrophes. I don't wanna die before my book comes out so this site is dedicated to the dissemination of information in its multitudinous forms. The Lone Haranguer: A phantom heckler who rides past the king's window frequently to shout "The king is a fink!" The king has suffered anxiety over the stranger, but has never succeeded in capturing or identifying him.
1 Comments:
aww, I wish my roommie the accountant and I were there to help.
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