Welcome to my online home. Hand me your coat, and take a seat in the den. I’ll mix you a drink. A whiskey sour, as I recall, or maybe not. In the meantime, put up your feet, let loose your mind, and check out the idyllic view of the lake through the filth encrusted blinds. When your mind wanders off from that beatific vision outside, go ahead and peruse my comments and stories.
I watch the drone screens flying over the I-10.
A god caped with a Fleur-de-lis.
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