To sleep, perchance to dream — ay, there’s the rub: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come ... From Hamlet, William Shakespeare.While most of you heathens were taking part in the drunken revelry that accompanies degenerate New Year’s Eve celebrations, your boy T. Michael Stone spent the final hours of 2024 and the first hours of 2025 in the womb o...
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