Ladies and gentlemen, The ‘Laces is steppin’ out.
I’ve been cooped up in this stuffy bedroom for far too long and the nonsense ends now.
As happy as I was for Sammy Stephens (about as happy as one can be for a man felled by the Ellen DeGeneres death-touch) and his unloosed spirit, I couldn’t help but [...]
Well Tyrone Shoelaces was plumb dumbfounded by the coincidence of literally stumbling into a resident parapsychologist just moments after a possible ghost-sighting. I’d read about such anomalous coincidences in my Charles Fort books, but an anomalous coincidence involving an anomalous doctor? That’s double-Fortean if you ask The ‘Laces. Anyway, Dr. Duke McBaron, though unusually small [...]
Yep, no fooling. Beset by a melancholy funk following my bout of Sammy Stephens-induced introspection (The Count offered comfort in the form of an old painting from his trunk, but it was small solace in my current state; I told him I thought it was a little too “Precious Moments,” which I now regret), The [...]
Mo Money, Mo Goblins
