She’s “the one.” Has been. Always will be. Much maligned over the years, she always accepts me. Not in spite of my faults, but because of ’em. The Whore of Babylon. The city personified as a woman full of Biblical wrath. Washington, D.C. I have been there nearly two out of the last four months….
Two times. Two damn times I’ve tried living here in the “greater” DC area. Both times? Smacked. Smacked hard. Smacked down…and I’m not even part of the World Wrestling Federation! And no, you don’t want me to put you into the “Camel Clutch.” Or do you? It’s hard to fully describe my feelings about this…