Thanks, Doug, for this nice pic. Therefore, this story is dedicated to YOU because it’s your FAVORITE subject.
I ran across an old gentleman living in New York City, impoverished, looking like he should have seen better times. What was surprising was his history. Here’s a brief excerpt.
It’s not true you drank blood?
Of course it’s true. Had to cut down. Doctor’s orders.
You have a doctor?
Not anymore. My doctor’s dead. AB negative.
What was your part in contributing to Bram Stoker’s novel?
I never saw one thin dime of royalties from him.
He gave me a bottle of wine with a note saying, “Thank-you.” I told him we Draculas aren’t drinkers of wine … and he puts THAT in the book, too. Goniff! Before I forget, I changed my name. It’s really Drek-ula.
Got any children?
They never write, they never call …