No Particular Hour, No Given Day

"I don't know when I realized the dream was over there was no particular hour, no given day You know, it didn't go down in flame There was no final scene, no frozen frame... I just watched it slowly fade away." -'Waiting In The Weeds'/ Eagles I made a new connection on Twitter a few … Continue reading No Particular Hour, No Given Day

Hides The Veil

His eyes as cold as the ice in his Scotch, as slant as his intent, with a charm disarming those unlucky in his path. He delivers dark by his carriage of character – down East End rainy streets, up West End sticky roads, around North Side dirty corners, over South Side bloodied paths - with … Continue reading Hides The Veil