Death of the Party
You want to call yourself a person? Then you will. You will call out his name and nothing but his name. He was the only human you deserve to speak of. That will be your calling from here on out.
Madness
Two-Threes. Part I
What most people do not know about my kind of frenzy is that there is order in the chaos and there is reason to the rhyme. I want my celebrations to be the epicenter of a ripple in time that will touch people throughout their lives.
Where is the Party?
“To the airport, Jeeves,” I said with a chortle, “I have family that isn’t expecting me.”