Just frickin’ weird

Last night, I had an odd dream.
I was Telly Savalas. You know, Kojak.
Wait, it gets weirder…
I, as Telly, was going to meet the Pope. The actual Pope. The Big Catholic Cheese.
In the Vatican, a cardinal (possibly, my knowledge of the upper echelons of the Catholic hierarchy is limited) asked me to wait as he went [...]

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occassionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and debase my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.