Froat

I don’t want to make this blog about Cleveland. That is why I started Tremonter. But, I live in Cleveland and I’m constantly putting myself in positions where people are talking about Cleveland. So, I’m getting Cleveland on the brain. Which is funny, since I don’t care for any of the sports teams, go downtown once in a blue moon and have no idea what a tree lawn is. I also have nothing even approximate to a Cleveland accent, thankfully. My spleen is fine, but my froat hurts. I went to the North of Literary block club last night, which was rather empty, but there was a gentleman who was like a stereotypical mafioso and there was also a very pretty young lady but I think she was with her man. Ow. froat. Ain’t got nothing else to blogabout.