Flea Market Montgomery
It is my understanding that it is just like a mini-mall
Ramblings on politics, film, music, literature, current events, pop culture, lists, dirty words, trapezoids, birds, cartoons and any other damned thing that strikes my synapses. A 39ish-year-old freelance journalist and writer living with his wife and baby daughter in the hardscrabble environs of Oklahoma, Chase McInerney now spends much of his time frozen in stark, cold sweat-inducing, gut-percolating fear. For it will be soon ... yes, very, very soon.
By Conrad Spencer
Just because I want to prove I'm still alive (and to keep from disappointing our loyal reader and perennially absent contributor, Turtle):