Category: DAVE The Scribe

I Left My Heart In San Francisco

They wanted me to sing Tony’s song, so I sorta did but I scared the cat.

The Maltese Mexican

This was easily the most profoundly racist little puppy I’d ever seen.

The Nights Are Hell

When night falls, I try not to.

Cashier Number Eight

Remember when we did things like shopping?

Mrs. Bigg And The Marshal

The one and only time I will ever tuck a drunken mob wife into bed to save a US Marshal.

Our Busy, BUSY Friends

Our worlds may very well be blending together.