Truth, served in a Saloon far, far away.

Once in a while, the sinner feels the need to unwind in a place where everybody knows his name. It is not called Cheers, it is called the Camel Saloon. And today the worthy Barkeep, Mr. Streur is kind enough to host one of my prose entitled "Truth is in a Pitcher". It is one of those stream-of-consciousness poems which you must read and come to your own conclusion. If you like that kinda riddle, if you are keen to befuddle your mind and challenge your understanding, CLICK HERE to enter the saloon. This is a kinda celebratory posting for myself and Mr. Streur, the subject matter of which I hope to share with you real soon.

But until that day comes, please drink a toast for life, love, saints, angels and camels!

Salut, kitty cat!

Pax Taufiqa.