The Horror Highway

And so we stagger on... with our tear-streaks, our clenched fists... bleeding brains. Those who have fled are dogged by our shadows, by our umbra of foolishness, wantonness. Our craven country folds in on itself, for their absence.

We who push on here--well, maybe the whorish formula the majority have cooked up for us will make us rich. Likely not. In any case, we're not in a Marseille jail like our hero Harrison Rhodes, right? Oh yes, you'll know his horror; the book is The Jailbird's Song, out in about a month.