CRIMINAL MUSINGS:
Odds and ends, notes and nudges, scribbled down between crimes.
Welcome to the part of the site where I mutter to myself in public. Some people call it a blog. Others think it's a newsletter. I call it a compromise.
You might’ve arrived here from an email. Or a link in a book. Or maybe you were just poking around and fell through a trapdoor. However you got here, you’re welcome to linger. Or snoop. Or disappear again into the shadows.
I don’t promise regular updates. I do promise something worth your time—if not today, then next time.
The Night Shift: A Halloween Crime Letter
When Every Day Is Halloween
You know what they don’t tell you about Halloween? It’s amateur night for the real ghouls.
While the rest of the world paints their faces and pretends for a few hours, there are folks who never take off their masks. You’ve met them. They’re serving you apple pie with smiles that don’t reach their eyes. Signing contracts with that have done deeds dark enough to shame the devil. Walking through suburban doors each evening to kiss families who don’t know they’re living with strangers.
For some folks, Halloween’s not a holiday. It’s a lifestyle. A habit. The year-round business of keeping up appearances while something cold and hollow walks around wearing a pretty face.
