Michael Libling writes like that affable stranger on the next barstool buying you drinks as he charms you with his stories. Next thing you’ve woken up in an ice bath without a kidney.
Thank you, Mr. Shunn. My head is now swollen to such an extent, I am trapped in my home office, unable to fit through the doorway.
Thank you, Mr. Shunn. My head is now swollen to such an extent, I am trapped in my home office, unable to fit through the doorway.