OK.  I feel like I’m the last one to arrive to the Gotye (AKA Wally De Backer) party, and not only that — almost everyone else has already gone home and I’m that latecomer who the host tries to prevent from coming in but can’t because they’re too drunk.  You know what I’m talking about. […]

Tears from him. In that hotel room, in the dark. Unmanning me. “I can’t… just can’t!” His voice pleaded, pulling the sheets up, aborting the moment. Me, Munsch’s Scream, silent, gaping.  Not breathing. Pulse frenetic. I couldn’t hear.  Something about another girl, no — a woman. Another woman.  He loved us both. She in Ohio, […]