Two weeks have passed. I have evaded “The Howling Madness” so far, but how much longer? Small piles of cocaine and Viagra are the only traces I can find of it, the occasional terrible screech of Nixon’s paranoid ramblings echo distantly. I have made Schulz an “apology card”. I know the glitter on it is superficial, but I want him to know I mean it.

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