There comes a time in every man’s life when he finds himself answering three ringing phones while typing on two separate keyboards trying to meet the passed deadlines that the phone calls are about and he just stops and says, “Fuck it,” and cracks a bottle and spends the rest of the afternoon rethinking his entire life.  And today was that day for someone, somewhere, no doubt, but not for me, dear reader.  Woke up early, wrote a bunch, went out and did some superhero shit, then wrote some more.  I also attempted some accounting, which really broke up the rhythm of things.  But it had to be done.

N.P.: “Eyes Without A Face – Poolside Remix” – Billy Idol