Raoul has been around since dirt was invented and dinosaurs walked the earth — or at least it feels that way some mornings before coffee. He walked barefoot uphill both ways to and from school, even in winter, and was told this builds character.

He writes about whatever absurdity crosses his path:  self-checkout machines, the slow disappearance of park benches and telephone booths (What will Superman do?) and, the pleasure of clothing worn beyond its dignity. He loves absurdity. He may be feral. There is WAYYY too much seriousness in the world, and Raoul is here to redress the balance, one mild grievance at a time.

He lives somewhere quiet, drinks lots of coffee, believes dial phones and dial tones are a loss to the noises we knew and should not have abandoned.

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