Club High Castle

And now for something different, a #HighCastle tale from another perspective. Disclaimer: I am just a dedicated fan. I am not affiliated with Amazon Studios Club High Castle The Truth is Never What it Seems I watched the amber liquid splash into my patron’s glass as I poured him a shot. The chatter hummed in the background; it was quieter than usual tonight, but I wasn’t about to complain. The cover charge was working. I had one rule in my bar: don’t cause trouble…also no weapons. Just because this was the Neutral Zone, didn’t mean we had to act like animals.  I glanced at my patron and set the bottle of whiskey down.  “Did you hear about what happened at Moe’s?” he asked. I turned and sighed.  “There’s always something going on there,” I muttered. “Someone shot up that place last week over a girl.” “Rumor has it he’s in bed with the Yakuza.”  “He’s not.”  But I was.  They kept the peace and offered protection in exchange for drinks. I wish I didn’t have to rely on them, but it was th

To say that February was horrible would be an understatement. For those who don’t know, there was a second death in my family. Hi everyone, I am still here. Let me tell you a thing: February sucked. One of my step brothers passed away on Friday. He had been in the hospital for weeks, but it still sucks. All I can say is at least we were all together when we got the news. I cried for him and also my uncle — Ms. Luna (@MishiWan) March 3, 2020 Flashback to the 1990s–the culdesac of redacted . buzzed with laughter and games; it was THE place to be for us kids. Jeffrey had always been a big part of it all. He was funny and kind no matter how silly my Lion King shirts were or how frizzy my hair was; it didn’t matter. There was always a fervor of excitement over baseball and football, and trading cards was serious business back then. He had the crown jewel, #80 Jerry Rice of the San Francisco 49ers. I traded whatever he wanted for it because I *had* to have it. When the big day came, he put