Just A Hermit

(Strange Tales #6)
“You’re just a hermit,” The ghost of whimsy said, “No matter how you cut it.” Then she disappeared in smoke, “What would you have,” I replied as I sharpened my knife, “When talk about drugs and mayhem is already so cheap, Shall I tell another wretched lie?” rcs. Current draft: 3/30/2010 Created on 3/28/2010 10:53 AM