Glory Gale of the North, living in Armenian Glendale, proprietor of nice things and adoring of one boy from the Bay. Obedient worker of television and obsessively infatuated with night-timing and lounge performers.

 

A letter to Memphis…

Thank you for stealing borrowing something permanently from an undisclosed location where maybe no one will ever know that it’s gone missing, but now that I have it it’s made my day immensely better and Cucci doesn’t have to deal with my blubbering mess in the office anymore. 

For this… a honey baked ham for two.

xo

Smokey J.