Ceder Rapids sounded nice. Quiet. Get a job managing the sanitation department for the city. Cottage on the outskirts of town, and a barbecue and a backyard. Rake leaves. Man, I could rake the fuck out of some leaves. Buy a boat. Be one of those assholes. Put Little Aleppo sternward and aim for the … Continue reading Sometimes Wrong, But Never In Doubt In Little Aleppo