I have every intention of sharing another story tonight. The last one was surprisingly well-received. So… thanks.
But first, I have a gift for you. I know, I know… you probably didn’t get me anything. And that’s fine. I didn’t announce that we were going to be sharing presents tonight. But for future reference, I like sweaters, books, alt-folk music, exotic pets, and I look particularly fetching in the color blue.
This was the last day of Oliver. This is a picture of my dear friend on the day he died. He will be missed. The reasons for his demise will be elaborated upon at a later date, but (SPOILER ALERT) it involves several trained monkeys, three police officers, a drag queen, and a box of rotten mangoes.
He lasted 225 days, and he was, to the end, a gentleman. Ladies and Gentleman… for the final time… I give you… Oliver.
But, with the beardly business out of the way, I move back into story hour.
To join me, well, see the next post. Because Oliver was a Headliner. He shouldn’t have to share a post with a potentially boring story.