You Should Have Seen The One That Got Away

She was the length of an oarsman’s row if she was an inch I tell ye. And thick as a turret to boot. This was my Moby Dick. Holy crap. I first noticed this beast at 2 in the morning. Rumbling, tumbling, churning and convulsing. Oh, it would be fight for sure. A fight I […]

Usually, repeated doses of reality will cure disillusionedness. Unfortunately when that doesn't work the condition isn't fatal.