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, January 15, 2011
I Believe I Have Transcended...
The best thing about living alone, is living alone.
The worst thing about living alone, is living alone.