To howl at the moon is something we all understand, but when you are driven by compulsion, it’s not so entertaining. I became an honest-to-goodness werewolf years ago. The story is rather unremarkable. I wasn’t the bastard child of a priest, I once read that was were werewolves came from, my story is far less riveting.
Returning from the Dunkin’ Donuts one Sunday morning, Larry was in a slight rush, OK, maybe an exaggerated rush. Football was starting in a few minutes and as was his tradition, he needed to deliver donuts for his buddies fat kickoff of the early game. Pizza would follow for the afternoon game, he wasn’t responsible for the pizza.