Midnight Rendezvous.

You will never guess who came to visit me at chez King in my sanctum sanctorum. Guess. I dare you. I will give you a quarter if you guess right.

Is it who you think?

Everyone should have a sidekick.

Leather Tuscadero and I sat in the dark of my back garden at midnight last night, the witching hour when the clock strikes twelve and turns to zero. We tra…