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, March 24, 2008
First: Many thanks to my constant readers in or near Cleveland. I have resolved my quandry already, and will not need to call on you. But I am deeply touched by your offers of help.