Well, cats and kittens, it’s been awhile but your friend and mine is back at the keyboard. So, if you are ready for insightful commentary: the rare insightfulness that not only racks your brains with new ideas but rattles your life with a brand spankin’ new purpose for being, the true essence of art; where you not only look and listen but become one with the creative flow, dramatic observations; stories of the ultimate beauties and horrific terrors of the world told through the eyes of a young poet that take your breath away with joy and tears, if you are ready for such a fantastic journey there is only one thing I have to say. You will get none of that here. So, now that I feel good about myself for tearing you hopes asunder I will tell you what you will get. Me ranting and raving about inconsequential bullshit. Me bitching about that old lady that has had her goddamn left turn signal on for the pass fifty miles. Me telling joke that only I think are funny. Me making gut wrenching grammatical errors and… not correcting them. But, that’s why this is my weblog and not yours. So, read on, my friends, read on and moderately tolerate the verbal diarrhea I have just carelessly smeared across your computer screen.

“God has an Anthony-complex.”