"Do you know who I am?"“I don’t, sir. I don’t. And that’s not the best way to ask for special—”“No, no, I mean, do you know who I am? I’m having trouble remembering right now.”
Thus begins these excerpts from the columns of the Nova Age's most opinionated freelance journalist. Swine and Cheese Partycontains... [click here for more]
I'd been sitting at Doyle's Clam House for an hour, and to my disappointment, no one had gotten around to being kidnapped by aliens yet.
I had a bowl of what the guide books called the best damned chowder north of Bodega Bay on one side, and a redhead who'd make Raymond Chandler dive for his thesaurus on the other.
What could possibly go wrong on an evening like this?
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