REJOICE!

New material coming shortly. Between the spotty internet down here and several other writing projects taking up my time I have not had a chance to finish the upcoming post.

It will appear shortly. In a day or two.

Expect weirdness, strippers, and general shenanigans from south of the border courtesy of your friend and humble narrator, me.

Until then; courage.


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