Just been looking at some blogs to see what to write in here, and tbh, there's not much that I can write about.
So, I'm going to tell you a story. I've not written this btw, I'm just repeating what I've been told.
The Scarlatti Tilt
"It's very hard to live in a studio apartment in San Jose with a man who's learning to play the violin." That's what she told the police when she handed them the empty revolver.
