Historical

who drove Roger rabid? / jail is jail is jail / one round with a judge / homeless for real like / rainy nights in the visitor's dugout / the grilled cheese gambit / Billy+Blair face an insane accusation / dem bones / Ike's search for Shangri La / and I enter the very blurry phase of my life...

Our Jungle House Shapes Up / Blair's Bun in the Oven / My Vampire Artist Friends / A Dog Named Meat Hook / Arguing With Blair / A Plague of Flies / A Plague of Rats / My War With Blair / Big Dick Billy / Stopping Diablo Canyon / A Cake Named Frac-nis / More Warring With Blair / A Mishap With Fireworks / The Last Battle (with Blair) / The Louisville Slugger Reality Test / Sad Conclusion...

My year in the Bamboos continues. Things are going well in our little jungle village when the criminals move in. Ike is lured to the Dark Side. There goes the neighborhood...

She brushed a matted hank of wet hair away from her eyes, wishing she would have had the presence of mind to braid it back before the Hunt. Even through the rain, the trail was clear, as though the animal knew he was more than a match for her. She swung her right leg along as she pushed through the mud, the wooden guides the armorer had sewn into the protective leather over her leg were doing exactly what they were meant to do and prevented her poorly healed injury from keeping her from her duty to family and Duke Ashley. She let her mind wander a bit, as she moved between the trees and brush through the ever more soggy mud.