Just let me say right out front that I am not in control of the headings and artwork or other editorial decisions on this blog site. I have delegated that duty to certain junior associates who see themselves as wags. I seen to have lost what little control I had over them, but that is another story.
And I will not call myself The Narrator. Refer those inquiries to The Author.
Just understand that The Author is as unreliable as I am, my friend.
They say that you should not trust me, and I have to agree that we need to know one another a bleep of a lot better before the T-word gets thrown about like a dog-chewed tennis ball. One way to get to know a version of me, at least, would be buying my first book, The Mystery Man Murders, which is also the first title in a series I’m calling Grimoire – the Bros Grim Breakfast Serial. As it should and had better say somewhere on this home page … have some crime with your morning coffee. Like I said, I have no control over that stuff, though the wankers who do have control read these blog posts like a monk and his missal.
You could start with the second book in the series, The Double Daily Double Murders. If you walk butt-first into the future, this would be a good choice for you.
Like I said, I have no control over that stuff, though the wankers who do have control read these blog posts like a monk and his missal.
So. Spookistan. I was thrown from that train a few years ago, and The Mystery Man Murders leads you through all that stuff, or at least a version of that stuff that I wrote in daily blog posts back in 2008. You didn’t see those posts? That was by design, since those who control the trappings of this blog assure me that we are private on a VPN that you have either hacked into or wandered into or whatever. Your mileage may vary, my friend, and frankly you are getting the version that I and my associates want you to get. We put the diss back in disinformation, but no one is complaining.
See what they mean by trust avec moi?
So buy the books and leave a review, good or bad, it don’t make a bleep of a lot of difference.