It’s Monday, and Monday cares little for order. Monday is a child of chaos. Monday is a typhoon. Monday is birdshot. Monday is broken glass. Here, then, is just a crazy slapdash pile of things shoved into a cannon and shot into your midsection. CHOOM. • Bait Dog: An Atlanta Burns Novel is available. Did […]
Painting With Shotguns
Quicky update today (because I’ve got to go snowblow our surprisingly long-ass driveway), and for that I drag the ol’ Painting With Shotguns blog-mode out of the drawer. Forgive me, I suspect it smells a little like mothballs. And, curiously, like ferret musk. Don’t ask questions. Just read.