Lies, Violence, and the Little Bald Man Who Could

Or, that very tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive

Image Credit: Olena Yakobchuk

Once upon a time, in a land that is now thankfully far, far away, I fell head over heels in like with a fat little bald man who took me for a ride.

I say like because, as adorable and sweet as he seemed, it really wasn’t love. Something…