A Note from
my Father
Son
Your mother’s crazy.
She’s dressed and on
the couch.
Come get her.
I’m going out to buy
cigarettes’
And might be gone a
bit,
Or longer.
Dad
By Michael S. Brady
I met a man claiming to be Satoshi Nakamoto outside a building I work at near the SF train station. He asked to talk to me. He was white, 50...