Who Shot the LaLa?
I think I know and he’s not yet 44. I am moving towards resolution with all of this – the complete separation of property, the severance of heart and mind, the giving up of dreams stacked against too many odds. L calls this my last hurrah, the ultimate acquiescence, but I don’t think so – in war, they blow the horn to charge, and to retreat. And both have honor in them. One last pass…