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 [...]

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.