By Nana Vix, reluctantly published by Ken Hollow “Nana barged into my office (read: the corner of my kitchen) and dropped this onto my keyboard. She said, and I quote, ‘Put this on the blog, human man. The people deserve the truth.’ So here it is. Please don’t sue me, Valdorran Ministry of Mythical Affairs.”–…
Let me start by saying that most of what I know about my only client, Nana Vix, comes in pieces. Pieces that she offers freely when she’s feeling talkative or wine-drunk, or, in this case, while dunking biscuits into her cappuccino at an absurdly expensive cafe I didn’t realize she had charged to my company…