Cat on Me

So I am at this moment a prisoner. I can’t get more coffee. Or food. I can’t reach my music to practice for rehearsal tonight. I can’t reach the book I’m currently reading. I can’t make all my dreams come true. I can’t save the world. If someone was bleeding to death not ten feet from me I wouldn’t be able to save them. I WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO … oh. Nevermind. He’s up now.

Finney on my lap

Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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