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Wednesday, June 15, 2011


London’s vampire, who shall remain nameless,
presented himself at my hotel room door. I opened it
and he pushed past me into the room.
“No need for dramatics or violence,” he said. “I
know you’re in the theater and that violence runs deep
in the American vein, but try and control yourself.
You’re in my town now.”
His dark hair was slicked straight back and
his face was pasty and pale and he was narrow shouldered.
He wore a gray pinstripe suit without
the vest but with a tie. I instantly knew that he was
another vampire and I was taken aback, to understate
the facts. I decided to try subterfuge.