"...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 →
But life isn't always a golden age, and sometimes reality comes crashing in.
I haven’t finished a book in a few months. My daily schedule doesn’t allow for a lot of long, independent reading sessions that don’t involve Night, Night Elmo or Five Little Ninjalinos. So my goal today is to burn off... Continue Reading →
And remember, ALWAYS DRINK A LARGE COFFEE. Life is too short for small coffees.
Writing is, well, it's "going," Patsy.
Fifth Draft 