Conrad Richards

The dumpsters residing in an obviously oblivious alley in Chicago are resonating a low awful lull. Even the rats are concerned. On an unsuspecting weekday night...in the corners we go to drown our sins, there bellows our Statesman. After the hums of amplifiers belonging to a comfortingly talentless chantuese die out...One whiskey away from the precious placidness soon to whisk away the cares of our misfortunes... A dignantly decrepit figure graces the stage of our concious and invades the solice of our lonely clubhouse. My closest friend and dearest enemy.......Conrad Richards. (written for Conrad Richards by Murphy Kilpatrick) -