It's not going to win a Pulitzer. Some of it is kind of retarded and not perfectly written. But I think someone, somewhere, will like if not the whole thing, parts of it.
Goes to editing today. I apologize for not catching up with posts yesterday, but I was having serious writer's block and I needed to get it done. I promise we'll make up for lost time. I'm home all day tomorrow and, it's my birthday. Holler at making it a quarter of a century.
Cheers, fuckers. I feel accomplished that I finished this shit exactly on my 25th. Poignant, no?