#808 Fearless_Hopeless_Hearts “Tell me storytime!” She curls up on me_her ethonol engine exausted. I want to fly us_so far away: This cab is now a magic carpet for a story cabaret. Using-a-punchdrunk-kitten in the back seat of a Breuklyn-southbound-gypsy as my muse. One doesn’t choose, _the muse they use. Or when. There were worse assignments. Given to more cowardly men! And my constitution is and … Continue reading Hopeless, Fearless Hearts, 808.