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
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Blah, Blah, Drugs, Drugs, Mouse
Now none of you need buy, or read, Russell Brand's autobiography.