After reading John Farris' brilliant High Bloods, I feel inspired to write something werewolf-oriented. I've done zombies, weird magicians, murderers, talking decapitated heads, Satanists, Satan himself, farting ghosts, and demons named Ips Fret. Time to let the dogs out. (Dear God, did I actually just write that sentence?)
I have never set anything in San Francisco—time to change that. Plenty of people I'd like to see eaten.
In utterly fascinating personal news, I have bought another shitty fixed-gear bike. It is pink and white. I think it was used in the Special Olympics.
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