Some Twisted Karmic Scrooge-like Vision In The Graveyard

It is not until we are back up in the sky that it hits me. ‘Shit. That tramp was Richard Starkey... that would make total sense. If you hate doing autographs. Just to go around dressed like a bum...’ The Amalfi Glow looks over at me. ‘Did you say something?’ ‘Huh? No...’ I go back …