In which I cause mayhem...

...by hanging out at someone else's place and talk to, well...interrogate, myself.  It's pretty edgy.  Don't think those bar boys are ever going to be the same.  I think they thought writers were a quiet, thoughtful bunch.

I'm at fellow Darksider's & SARA's Eleni's Taverna, discussing (with me) about various things important to the universe.  Such as why Horatio Cane is so pasty, even though he lives in Florida.  I'm telling you, it's ballsy journalism at it's best.

You'd best go look at me make a larrakin of myself now, because there's every chance they're going to have me committed after this one.  :)

But until then,  me and mine wish you and yours: