Sitting by the phone with baton and rosary last night, when my author for whom I'm editing 4 manuscripts was found passed out (hopefully not in a gutter) from drinking too much, amidst his grueling existential crisis. No one saw it coming but I was speculative after he confessed he had been having conversations with satan. Typa crowd I'm moving with scares me sometimes. Thank you father.
— Aug 02, 2026 11:27AM
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