The Authentic Eclectic
Slippin’ Into Darkness
My dad left me a grimoire and a .45 revolver when he died.
When dad was dying from cirrhosis of the liver and renal failure in the summer of 2007, I was just making my final moves to the UK. I lingered to see him go. He had always been a big man, over 6 feet tall and with a full red beard that greyed like an evil vizier’s…