The only reason I'm here, readers, at 4:23 a.m. on a Monday morning down here is in the Eastern Townships, is that in the last sleeping moments of my nocturnal adventures, I was summoned by one "Viklivier Diarkis."
I kid you not. Google away, my friends, but I can't for the life of me imagine why someone with such an imposing name would want to see me, for any reason. But it woke me completely out of a deathly sleep, a sleep propelled by more pharmaceuticals than I care to mention. (Okay, one of them was Zopiclone. but I digress).
Who is this Diarkis fellow -- or female -- who interrupts a perfectly-good Imovane-induced slumber to summon me to his/her side?
Does anyone know a Vic Diarkis? Maybe Vikki Diarkis? I definitely got the feeling that this individual really wanted to see me, like, pronto, leave the gun, take the cannoli.
I would like the public's help in this matter.
Remember the name: Viklivier Diarkis. I definitely get the impression they pronounce it in the French fashion: Vik-LIV-EE-YAY, not British, as in Viclaveer.
Thank you in advance for any help you can provide. I REALLY get the feeling that if I don't get over there right away, all sorts of hell are going to come down the pipe.
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