Amateur writer and artist, Commander of the 31st Imperial Legions, and devotee of the Princess of the Night.
"Oh bother," said Pooh as he chambered another round.
Thanks, but please don't send me cash "tips." Instead, support this charity: The Fletcher Street Urban Riding Club.
One of these days we'll form a union, and get the fair and equitable treatment we deserve. Then we'll go too far, and become corrupt and shiftless, and the Japonies will eat us alive.
A Dutch gentleman of leisure, living for pleasure, since mirth is my measure. Writing stories that are (mostly) unique and psychological of nature and visiting conventions whenever I can.
It no longer means what it once did to me, but I'll be forever grateful for this place and what it did for a younger me who needed it.
"It is beautiful, it is endless, it is full and yet seems empty."