The conversation was always the same, no matter who I talked to. I’m not going anywhere. I wasn’t going anywhere either. For one thing it
Category: Tall Tales
Personal hygiene, Vampire Hunters and Real Friends…and don’t forget the Marx Brothers
Vlad was supposed to come through with a Vampire Diary post today but I couldn’t find him. I’m sure he forgot to charge his phone or
Vlad’s Vampire Diary: A Squirrel Walked Into A Bar (and it was cute)
A short tale about a night at a bar made even longer and more rambling by Vlad, King of Vampires. Vlad’s Vampire Diary: A Squirrel
Gasoline and Tiger Maple
Andy had dined with his friends Ramon and Sophia. They were always a treat. Tonight there was an interesting mix of high blood alcohol levels
Coffee and Swine: A weird tale of romance (and it is ALL TRUE)
For the past hundred years, maybe a bit longer, my brother Val has owned a beautiful Victorian in downtown Sacramento. Occasionally I use it as
Morning at the Vineyard (Fooled you once…)
Morning at the Vineyard (In honor of April 1st. This is a favorite of mine – near and dear to my cold un-beating Vampire heart.)
