The Lion, the Witch, and the Werewolf, Part Four: Bad, Bad Pun
“Y’all have gotta be kidding,” said Bertha, staring wide-eyed at the baker’s half-dozen of werewolves frothing and growling in the middle of the street before her. “We don’t have time …
The Lion, the Witch, and the Werewolf, Part Three: A Murder of Witches
A murder of witches sailed through the twilight, silhouetted against the orange and purple dusk like thirteen Stevie Nickses coming onstage. Only this time the stage was a well-to-do residential …
There Are No Strings On Me
Finally out of the fucking hospital and back at (my temporary) home, swollen and bruised but de-tubed. I wish I could say it went without incident, but we all know …
I Once Shot a Man in Reno…
… just to watch him get trapped in a Sisyphean cycle of medical department posturing and endless hospitalizations. In case it’s not obvious, I’m still stuck at Stanford. I’m less …
Folsom Prison Blues
OK, so, first off, no update on “The Lion, the Witch, and the Werewolf” this week. I’ve been stuck in the hospital since Tuesday and haven’t gotten around to it. …