A chip off the old Bloch…
Lance always insisted his heart was in the right place. Clenching the still-pulsing muscle in my fist, I can now finally agree.
Joe Nazare
Dispatches from the Macabre Republic
A chip off the old Bloch…
Lance always insisted his heart was in the right place. Clenching the still-pulsing muscle in my fist, I can now finally agree.