Hello? Anyone?

Helloo?

Can anyone hear me?

Hellloooooo!?

Am I stuck here? Where am I?

Really, where am I? What is this? Where is this?

Helllooooooooooooooooo!

It's so empty....where is the echo?

Where is it? Where is anything? Where is anyone? What is this place?!

Can I go? How do I get out of here?

I need to...

"I gotta say, Cotes du Rhone, specifically anything Chateauneuf du Pape, just never disappoints."
"I'm like that with Puglia. Primitivo and Negroamaro. Mmm!"
"You'd love Chateauneuf if you life Primitivo. Maybe less fruity and corpulent but still that kind of long, smooth satisfaction."
"Oh yeah, I know, I do, but, like, if I...

"Your now closing in on a month"
Is this a joke? Am I being whooshed here? 
lol

He continued to stare into the bubbling concoction while the steam rose and with it a sharp and slightly sour odor. There was something green floating on top, and inside the rosy broth he saw the edges of cooked meat. He swallowed involuntarily and picked up his spoon. Stirring he...

When I travel, I can't write.
When I'm too tired, I can't write.
When I'm not inspired, I can't write.
When I'm too busy at work, I can't write.
When I don't have an audience, I can't write.
When I'm not reading anything good, I can't write.
When I don't have an...

This is a good time to recap what's happening to everyone in Doug's story so far. It's easy to lose track when you have more characters than a Dostoyevsky novel.

There's Charlie and Charlie is dead. This much is certain. There are serious questions about whether it was suicide or not....

On his way to the library, with the first rays of the sun already well above the horizon, Godot imagined himself a tourist. The light this early in the morning made everything new. Instead of looking ahead and at nothing in particular, he felt the need to look up at...

It was Doug's turn to call Godot, whom, especially when nobody was waiting for him, wasn't really called Godot anyway. It was already half past one and for reasons known only to himself, Doug was not in the mood to call. He'd had an interview earlier in the day for...

The new detective had taken over from the guy who'd fucked it up the first time around. That almost never happened but the initial reports may as well have said, "we're in the wrong profession, we should be out there selling hot dogs." It was bad enough that they took...

Doug was still unemployed, still smoking, and still in a state of denial about Charlie's death -suicide. Yes, suicide, he killed himself and left no note. He kept pondering that. Did Mrs. Laskin lie? Grief stricken and lucid enough to lie about something like that? Why? It made no sense,...