So me and Bill Hole, don’t you dare. I am writer not an actor. I though am unsure wether it is my hand that is writing him. Be glad I have not had him killed in a fire. Somehow he would survive like the last time I tried to kill him and he seemingly willed himself to go to Oregon. He was actually getting famous at Crater Lake with a very minor character. Oregon started to use this bromance to lure Californians north. So now you know. Egad!

Notice two people as real and fictional by one person in some cases.

I’m a little bit Tartar Hungarian!

You can spray it on yourself!

I’m crazy about Elsa!

Steamy!

It’s all in the dance!

Are you sure?

When I got my smell back it was from car exhaust. Best pollution inhalation ever!

Silent wings.

From my mind.