The sort of thing they nailed Capone for.
In which I am a fiendish criminal mastermind.
November 19, 2008 · 1 Comment
“As the hours passed, the conviction grew that he was alone.”
Me and grieving singers of long, long ago.
October 21, 2008 · Leave a comment
Extended aeronautical metaphor.
Conflicting messages from the ground below.
September 9, 2008 · Leave a comment
Trap Game.
Whether or not I am actually the problem, and what to do about it,
September 8, 2008 · Leave a comment
Creative Control 