Per truth, per fiction
Enough of pathos bordering on bathos and crossing over to the other side. Here’s a true story. It must have been 1995 — spring or autumn — my colleagues dragged me into that bar — I suppose it was Moosehead…
The Dilettante abides
The Dilettante abides
Enough of pathos bordering on bathos and crossing over to the other side. Here’s a true story. It must have been 1995 — spring or autumn — my colleagues dragged me into that bar — I suppose it was Moosehead…