giorge thomas

KOOL-AID: and so i speak

Now I understand the fear of that poor nurse trying to wake me when I had concussion as a kid. I failed last night. Fell asleep in the armchair next to Landlord’s bed. Woke to the sound of… Read More

my cat, my life, my kool-aid

You poor, patient bastards. Yes, thanks for hanging on. The next instalment of Almost Drank the Kool-Aid is coming. I promise. I don’t even have the excuse of not writing. Because all of it is done. Well. The… Read More