She stands beneath the mistletoe screaming for him to “read the Sunday Comics now,” screaming…Now I can’t help but feeling jealous each time she climbs on his knee, why must she climb on his knee?
Seems as if my half baked hot takes, like, “if there is a heaven it’ll be highly unlikely any of our Sunday Comics are there just because of our back catalogues.” are apparently insensitive and a testament to my alcoholic thinking.
I wrote this story based on my experiences in the Philippines and what I imagined. “Roach!” Adriano screamed. I turned and saw him…
Pam Carter takes on Jack Remick’s book of wisdom essays in this latest review.
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