He’s a cliché, the all too solemn, emotionally vampiric type. Burdened by the nose ring, the deviant sex habit and the penchant for poisoning his patients, he’s a regular old Doctor I-Know-Every-Thing.
He’s the kinda guy who smirks at you across the parking lot in broad daylight and makes your skin crawl.You’d scurry away and you keep your head down because neither that thin veneer of civility nor the toothily salacious smile can quite manage to fool you.
The man is an animal. He’s a mean, miso...
Published on March 21, 2014 06:37