to rise again at a decent hour

There is something wrong with Paul C. O’Rourke. It’s not just his frenetic need to tape (on VHS) and watch (except for the sixth inning) every single Red Sox game. And it’s not just in the way he talks about his relationships–always a little too in love, a little too obsessed. The way he set up his dental practiceContinue reading “to rise again at a decent hour”