One Foot in the Grave
40. 4-0. Forty. FORTY. Cripes, 40. Ahem, sorry, I’m just getting used to saying (or typing) that out loud. Honestly, it’s taking a little […]
Elvis
A Hunk-a Hunk-a Burnin’ Love
Ned, my imaginary friend, saw him first. He was standing there with a chubby handful of Zagnut candy bars and raspberry fruit roll-ups. We—Ned […]