I’m not going to get Edgar Alpen Poe-y on you, or try to arrange some clever words or dialogue or anything else I possibly could’ve payed more attention to elementary school- no, I’m just going to get real and straight with whosever’s hungry little eyes are sautéing these letters I slapped down on my phone like some sort of breakfast skillet I’d throw together at 4:30 am. Longs nights are always most awarded with conjured contraptions of eggs, cheese, sausage and maybe some green peppers or onion, with a light seasoning and some pepper and salt oh f*** yeah that is HOOT. South Park reference. Anyway, honestly, I’m only writing this because I’m so f***ed up, and so hungry and my life is going to s***, and I was going to maybe try to get recognized on the Internet by some respectful critic because my life dream is to be a journalist/photographer, but in reality no one cares, no one is going to read this. I make no sense, I sound f***ing retarded, and I tip my hat to you.