The Act: Parsing The Fourth Dimension Of O.J.'s Unconscious
I was orenthaling through Brentwood the other night, when in a sudden flash to my
by Larry R. Vandervert
senses I was transported to Chappaquidick Island at nearly twice the speed of light.
Now, to my surprise, I am back in Brentwood all safe and sound; but some thing's vaguely missing.
Perhaps I will travel again soon.