If so, this job was better than sliming salmon any day.

Several blocks north of the police department, Patrick O'Brien sat in the basement of a decaying hotel, in the back of the nightclub at the end of the runway/bar, Pervert's Row.

Out-of-town patients came in droves for the treatment of [jake leg]. Jake leg was caused by drinking methyl (wood) alcohol rather than ethyl alcohol. There's a world of difference.

The world is overrun with fluffies. There was, I think, always a fluffy element to the neo-Pagan movement, but since the Internet explosion of the mid-to-late 1990s, it's got much, much worse. Most of it can be blamed on commercial drivers, as the publishers who produced neo-Pagan material (and the authors who work for them) realised that there was a vast market for teen-witch kits, bogus grimoires, etc, and set out to exploit it […]