So there I was, demonstrating against having my phone records snatched, when some guy from the CIA with a PhD and a white coat carted me off for a little "VNG." Suffice to say that I was worthless for the next 36 hours. You tell me what you think "VNG" stands for.
Vertigo – Not For the Weak of Heart
If ever in the small hours of the night, when everyone else is either snoring or rolling over, you find yourself waking, spinning into the darkness, staggering to the bathroom while smacking into walls, grabbing the bucket or watering can you've left sitting next to the tub to remind you the plants are thirsty, but … Continue reading Vertigo – Not For the Weak of Heart