St. Nuke is dead.

As a doornail.

As a doornail. Don’t think he’s at peace.

But I’m not. You’ll probably be stuck with my confessions longer than his.

P.S. Nastiest thing you ever said to me, George: the old stuff was no longer interesting. In the old days it was sting like a hornet… Now it’s lay them out on the floor however. I had a rapier. Now I’m the MMA of writing. Which do you prefer?

5 thoughts on “St. Nuke is dead.

  1. “Old stuff no longer interesting”?! Tell it to theboomerbible.com. Aging can make for fools, but literature stands the test of time. If he’s referring to the diary or glossary, how does he think we can understand the present or anticipate the future if we don’t read and remember the past?

  2. “I had a rapier. Now I’m the MMA of writing. Which do you prefer?”

    Your skill in both is unsurpassed and my preference doesn’t matter. Spill all the blood you want.

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