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 05, 2009
Overheard In The Back Of A Police Van
"This is the problem! I need cream! Cream!! I am not on drugs, I just have FACE LICE!"