Last Easter, an astrologer came through town. Colorful gypsy she was. Wyatt an' Ah got intensely inebriated with her one night, an' after a long interlude durin' which Ah recited Coleridge poems to her in the nude, she decided she needed to do our astrological charts. If you would like to see them, come inside.

 

Soon available ~ "Doc Holliday's Guide to Obscure Yet Surprisingly Useful Latin Phrases"
AND
"Doc Holliday's Drunken Salute to Frederick F***ing Chopin"

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