Tally ho!

I kinda liked this one, because I started to write Mick as a dumbass in it, but that’s when the character piped up in my skull and said “No, Grant. I wouldn’t be that much of a dumbass.” I love hearing voices in my head, don’t you? Especially the flaming Goat of Hastur, who tells me to kill the Dalai Lama once every Equinox.

You’re in for some fun tomorrow.