We all get by with a little help from our friends, and ol’ Jack’s probably my best. He’s a great listener, really bottles up his emotions. I was just about to start a conversation with my latest bottle- a real late night soul searching that would’ve taken me through the night and with any luck blissfully unaware through the next day- when there was a knock on the door of my tiny office. And by knock, I mean the twelve inch boot of a muscle-bound goon stuffed so tight into a three piece suit I could hear the fibers straining kicking through the old wood.

“You Piper?” he asked in a voice that sounded like he had a whole cigarette factory down his throat. Continue reading “Piper” →