My Cardboard Balcony

Good things are happening. I'm not going to be specific because stuff is still being finalized, and I don't want to jinx anything. But good things are happening. ...And that's it, really. G'night!

The Breakup by Belinda Roddie He left me. I cried. I stabbed him. He died.

Charlotte brewed beer, hunted deer, and kissed girls 'cause she was queer. She ate beef, smoked dry leaf, and ran the place like an Indian chief. She was sassy, she was classy, she had a voice that was trumpet-brassy. Now she's older, growing colder, but still strong and tough as a boulder.