GriddleOctopusJudas book start
Enough. Everyone seems to think I will write one day, why I don’t know. Damn the premonitory bullying. I will start now. Here’s my portent. Here’s my book. So Judas is crying. He cries a lot at the moment. Perhaps he always was a weeper, a grabber of momma’s shawl, a chaser of comforting skirts. In the grim cities of the old middle east, where men are bound by the newfound strictures that seek to uphold societies and hold cities together, where there…
