It's been an exhausting month at the hospital and I've written few posts: it always seems that it's one in the morning when I sit down to write and my brain is tired. People ask me about the studio: was it violated? Did someone buy the whole thing as an installation piece?And tonight was Halloween at the hospital and I was the duty chaplain. Halloween is traditionally the night when we are slammed with traumas and weird things happen: Princess Leia comes in epoxied to Frankenstein's monster, that kind of thing. And you're probably wondering: What did happen? What has Fred left out?
And I'll tell you.
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