Paradise – on a white paper plate

A long, long time ago, back when I lived in the USofA, I lived in Rochester, New York. In a very bad neighbourhood. It was the kind of neighbourhood you read about in the newspaper and no sane person would never ever go there at night what with the crack dealers and prostitutes and paroleesContinue reading “Paradise – on a white paper plate”

The serial killer in my living room

Okay, the entire unmitigated truth about the serial killer in my living room. That’s right, in my living room, two days before the Rochester city cops and the Monroe County sheriff and the big boys from the FBI figured out who’d been sweeping the streets of the Flour City of common working girls, leaving theirContinue reading “The serial killer in my living room”

Paradise on a White Paper Plate

A long, long time ago, back when I lived in the USofA, I lived in Rochester, New York. In a very bad neighbourhood. It was the kind of neighbourhood you read about in the newspaper and no sane person would never ever go there at night what with the crack dealers and prostitutes and paroleesContinue reading “Paradise on a White Paper Plate”