What I Did Last Night

I opened a little cottage out in the forest on the edge of Deadwood.  My cottage was a “Cheesebook”, which is apparently a speciality shop that lets books and sells cheese.   I guess it was kind of like a coffee house, except instead of bands there were novels and instead of coffee there was an outstanding variety of cheeses.

Al Swearingen loved to hang out at the Cheesebook and was impressed with my ingenuity.   It seems that The Gem and The Bella Union had cornered the market on the whores-drink-drugs-gambling vices but no one had yet thought of exploiting the cheese vice until I arrived on the scene.

I swear to you, this Lyrica is an author’s boon.