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Hmm..The LCR website is not so important that it deserves an entire makeover.I’ve pretty much done my dash with editing & creating shit anyway.Now I’m gonna concentrate on things that matter.Like remembering the words to the songs, cos we got a gig … Continue reading →

This is not a blog. If it was, why would I be repeating myself? This is more like a scribble-book which only spammers read. Now, even the spammers are gone. I haven’t read it myself since 2017. At that time, … Continue reading →

At the border, Zdravko and Rusim were met by two Turkish cops. Redjeb had the cherubic look of an assassin. Gulbie could have been a stooge but her hands gave her away. Unless cows had hands. From the border they … Continue reading →

Freedom was an all-night road trip wheeling ever closer to forgetting who you were. Knowing and forgetting were roughly the same thing, given the right kind of morning showed up. Some mornings smelt better than others. Zdravko stared close to … Continue reading →

Nadejda wanted to talk to Rusim so Zdravko put her on speaker. “So you’re the other guy,” she said. “You know I’m the other guy,” said Rusim. “How’s it going?” “I’m driving home. What you up to?” “Nothing much. Cooking … Continue reading →

Rado pulled into a gas station on Simeonovsko shose. Some hood was filling up an orange Camaro one pump over. The hood looked at Rado’s nondescript-looking Peugeot. “So what do you put in that thing?” he asked. “Diesel,” said Rado. … Continue reading →

“Sit down.” A woman of about fifty with dyed brown hair and dressed in a dark suit motioned to a couple of chairs with a silver pen. “My name is Vila,” she said.
 “Detective Zdravko Nestorov,” said Zdravko holding out … Continue reading →

“We’re gonna learn a lot, or nothing,” muttered Rusim as he pushed through the door. Inside, The Thing Man was a neatly set out array of unrelated items. On the one side was musical gear, with instruments hanging on the … Continue reading →

Outside Ravi’s, the sun was contemplating killing off some upstart cloud. Slowly. Outside was only half a street. The one side was walking in shade. The other side didn’t have a footpath. Georgieva and Petrov wandered off to find their … Continue reading →

Brushing back his thinning blond hair, Michail Gruyev replaced the phone on the large antique table beside his bed. His black mood subsided as quick as it had come. Four hours making love to Hristiana had left him with a … Continue reading →