You Can’t Interrupt, Ha-ha

My dear Ha-ha—my friend—please, come sit in a booth. We can’t really talk at the bar now, can we? Clamor may be glamour, but the noise up front is the noise of the brain. Hirsute, difficult legends are—how shall I say?— a hairy-scary truth. When we start with the morning star, the evening star elbowsContinue reading “You Can’t Interrupt, Ha-ha”