Wednesday 20th of November 2019

Often when I’m feeling tense or worked up, I go back and read Perfect by Jim Coudal. By the time I’m finished, I’m feeling better; sometimes good enough to partake of the sacrament, although—and I don’t mean to blaspheme—I personally almost always prefer a Gibson to a Martini.


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