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
Sorry; been quiet too long. I think I'm running out of stuff to say. another brief hiatus follows. Next year, I intend to try and post one a day. If it fails, I think it will be time: I will have run my course. Thank you for your patience, constant reader. I'll see you in 2010