Chapter 22: About Who You Were Expecting

I have motorcycle boots like Billy Tatum's. They're quite scruffy, and I'm actually quite proud of them.

I suspect that that just goes to show that I lack social skills. Which I already knew. Case in point: missing my deadline to finish this post by about an hour. Although I would probably have made up another excuse to avoid getting on with my life if I'd finished on time.

At least now I can go out and do something important before noon. If shopping for a replacement router at London Drugs counts. (Ooh, shiny computer stuff!)

Chapter 21: Getting Out of Dodge

I laid out the basics of John's background before I came up with the rest of this plot, in case anyone's wondering.

Chapter 20: Many Years Past

It turns out that I have no memory of what Sixties decor looks like. Fortunately, that's what Google Images is for. It even pulls up glam shots of Rosa Luxemburg.