I've been trying to write this for a week to say that I won't be able to write for longer than a week.
This, however, has not stopped the runny noses mixed with the bleeding noses.
And, for just that moment, it seemed to be wholly unimportant whether Anne and Alice were real or not.
"...it means I can't protect you here, Jimmy.""There's a fussy Englishman in a black town car downstairs wearing an I'm With Stupid t-shirt over a tailcoat. He'll drive you anywhere you want to go...""...as long as its out of Gotham.""...Oh,... Continue Reading →
It’s never fun to pack up the boys for trips like these, Patsy. But you would know that already. Hoping for the best. Praying for peace. Looking for strength in family. I’ll talk to you soon. On hiatus until further... Continue Reading →
Fifth Draft 