Did you know when one flies international first class the house white is served in an actual wine glass, and chilled nonetheless. Jasmine, my personal stewardess, unfolded an elegant menu with lunch options including chicken, salad and even fish. I was up to my gills in fish after a week long, Mediterranean spa visit, so I ordered the salad, until Jasmine assured me the walnut-cranberry Caesar was "divine", I switched to the unholy chicken Kiev.
A week ago I helped destroy a Christian saint. The last thing I needed was His blessing upon my in-flight meal.
Hello, I'm Dandy Darkly. Welcome to the fourth chapter of my memoir macabre.
