Tales from the Emergency Department; in which a man who wallows in nostalgia, and secretly wishes he were a Victorian KnifeMan rants about his work and what passes for a life.
He's heard it might be therapeutic...
Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Any resemblence to parties alive or dead is purely coincidental
Monday, January 15, 2007
Bunch of halfwits, with shotgun
I'm too hungover to write coherently today, hence the pictorial posting.