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So Much for “Om” (a possible mob boss’s wife’s homemade lasagna)

I obediently followed the guest to his room wherein I discovered a science-fiction story unfolding its shit-stained petals in an oozing mess of potential DNA-altering mayhem. This was the part where people take to the streets and scamper about screaming at the top of their lungs, children and diminutive adults getting trampled underfoot. Mutants were certain to follow. Continue reading

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Raw Hamburger

I’ve driven a motorcycle a couple of times. I’m no Hell’s Angel. I was scared shitless. Continue reading

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Make It Stop

Eighteen years ago, Sheri and I were wrapping up our first month as innkeepers. Neither of us had the slightest inkling of what lie ahead… Continue reading

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