An old – and pretty much former – friend recently posted a reminiscence online, half bemoaning and half bitching about a dearly-departed bastard. Her view was the dearly-departed. Mine was the bastard part. Poolie knows the history of said dearly-departed bastard. He went by the online name of Michael. Former friend was taken in by…
Perfecting the Art of Insanity, One Day at a Time
