the smuggler’s bible

Vlad Dracula

It’s easier, of course, with the holiday in the rearview. Vlad Dracula lets some of the angst go. And anyway, anguish can only carry a man so far. Eventually it washes out like a bitter tide, leaving Vlad Dracula resting high on the bleak shoal of November with another eleven months stretching out in front of him, waiting for the axe to fall.

It could be worse. Vlad Dracula hasn’t seen the bird in weeks. People are whispering that he’s gone now, and maybe for good this time. Vlad Dracula hopes it’s better wherever he went, hopes he found peace.