This is not my normal sort of story. It’s not horror, it’s not sci-fi. Hell, it’s not even satirical.
No, instead this is a story about something deep, and sacred.
A story presented in two parts, entitled:
There was once a musician who played in a local bar. A haggard man, aged around thirty, a fan of cigarettes, and of a certain amber liquid. He was not a cruel man, not by any stretch of the imagination. He had simply been left alone for too long. Continue reading