Hello. Guess what. That’s right, I’m torturing myself. That’s how it feels anyway, but deep down, in my rational grown up mind, I know my thinking is all skewy. The real torture of course is the routine inhalation of a noxious mixture of gas, tar, burning paper and god-knows-what else. That’s the real torture. EspeciallyContinue reading “Smokey Smokerson”
