82 Days to Las Vegas…

“And far away, up high on Telegraph Hill, a dozen owners of a dozen mansions frown as they lock up their gates, chain the doors, quickly cover their gardens, hide them away from these unpredictable pigeons and tourists. Parrots light from the trees, winging out towards San Francisco Bay as a shadowy figure extracts a…

111 Days to Las Vegas

Words into the darkness. I don’t have a lot of followers, nor am I especially looking for any. The words over the next 111 days are primarily for me, and those who might find this by accident. Drake is not my real name. I don’t share this blog with anyone in real life. Others have…