Feel free to call the men with the white coats in.

It’s late. I can’t sleep. It is also andariell‘s birthday and somehow my insomnia decided that rather than write her a story I should be creative. This seems like a good idea now, but it probably won‘t be in the morning. Nevertheless, for your birthday amusement, I present The Gashlycrumb Tinies Bastardized.

( Edward Gorey would do his nut if he read this )

A labor of lust.

Originally, I had planned to sit on this until I had more of it, but today I decided to flip the bird to that idea, because I can.

So. How to introduce ‘Telegraph Avenue’?

You remember how I said I would never write anything longer than 25 pages because I didn’t think I could do it? Well, I’m still not sure I can, but it never hurts to find out.

This is part one. There are eight others.

The OC
( Telegraph Avenue I: Come Pick Me Up )