Miriam

This is Miriam. She’s swell. I met her in this little Moroccan café I frequent when I’m writing during the days. The café is most notable for its house specialty briouates with kefta, which Miriam swears is not made from burning the carcass fat off dead kittens that she has shot with bee bee gun pellets earlier in the day.

Miriam has this unhealthy addiction to strolling around car crash sights and collecting any dolls, stuffed animals, rattles or various other beloved novelties that may have belonged to small children brutally maimed or murdered in the accident.

Miriam truly is a force of nature. In fact she once ate a live grizzly bear for dessert. You would be wise never to ask her what she had for dinner that very same night.

We’ll see where this goes!