Alma, That Emperor Boy Done Checked His Blogpatrol Again
Dave Kampel and Angi Taylor were taking an evening walk by the shore of Lake Michigan.

"Too bad it didn't work out for Tony Bruno," said Angi.

"He'll find something," said Dave. "At least he's not dead like Rick James."

"Or fighting for a job like Christopher Nance," replied Angi.

"Even Christopher's OK," said Dave. "What if he still had a cushy weather job, but it was in Brimbaw, Texas?"

Angi shivered at the memory of all of the people in that city. "You're right, honeybuns," she said. "So what should we do now, sweetie?"

Dave smiled. "Why don't we go back to the apartment, and you can pretend to be Jennifer Hawkins at an Australian fashion show?"

Angi frowned. "I'm tired of doing that every night. Go get Krystal Fernandez to do it for you. Or Paul Crouch."

Dave sighed. "It wouldn't be the same, honey."