Stare Into Space

Achy Breaky Head

That’s my skull, that is.
Not really, of course.  If it were my skull, it’d have a frickin’ crack in it. If it were my skull, it’d have a fracture in the left occipital bone to the occipital condyle.  In non-medical terms, this means it would hurt.  A lot.
Somehow, I managed to crack my head.  The [...]

Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, 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.

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