By MONTE DUTTON On Saturday night, I slept well on paper. Click here. I’d been sick for a few days. Not on paper. In the toilet. I was better, but not enough to be too far away from the bathroom. Even in a shoebox, the bathroom is still a long way when nature calls in …
Nightrider's Lament
"Why do they [write] for their money? Why do they [work] for short pay? They ain't getting nowhere and they're losing their share. They must have gone crazy back there." — Michael Burton (paraphrased)
Nightrider's Lament 