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New Story Time

Sure, it’s been some time since I’ve posted now. But you thought I was rest­ing and being polite, then, didn’t you? Shame on you, com­rade; I’ve been quite busy. And I hope you have too. But I’ve been busy; two more out on paper, so two more up here in the ether. “New Sen­sa­tion” and “Sin­gu­lar­ity”

The Holy Baba

The brandy we’d shared thirty min­utes prior with the Ital­ians and Lithuan­ian in the dark was sud­denly com­ing up strong. I sort of felt like I might taste bile soon. That, and also the fact that two holy men were approach­ing, seemed to indi­cate that Instant Karma! truly was going to get me. Until the holy

Day 0: Transit

Sur­prise! I’m on a plane headed for Mum­bai with Lon­don as an eight hour, prob­a­bly Brandy fueled trysty stopover. That’s prac­ti­cal­ity; do you know how cold it is there in Eng­land? We only packed to whether drip­pingly humid India for the next few months, not frigid, pissy Lon­don in win­ter for any length of time.

Transmission / Transition

I now spend my time indulging rather than apply­ing. That was tough, guys–even with help. With­out Dorothy’s help, who knows. Two months? Never? Maybe if I hired some­one to bran­dish a mag­num at me I could have man­aged every­thing as quick as we did on my own. Then again, maybe not. How much would it