Nut Kick

What we got here is pretty much a 24/7 kick right in the old family jewels. And that’s probably a good thing.

I’m buried. By everything.

But I love my wife more than life itself. Leta is also loved quite a lot. It’s not that. It’s the other thing. The real crotch pain is due to forces beyond my control. And I’m not going to write more than that for several reasons.

  1. Bad things happen to those who write about things beyond their control on the information superhighway called the internet on their “blog”.
  2. It would fill this site and four others every day for the next two months if I let loose the bile that has been building. We can’t afford the bandwidth.
  3. I’m just tired.
  4. I’m having one of those creative moments where you look at your body of work and you just hate everything you’ve done and then you just say, “Who am I kidding with this?” That’s kind of a Dark Place. It’s not so fun in that area.
  5. We are talking about writing about evil on the level of Omorosa. That’s 100% pure concentrated evil.
  6. It’s time for changes. Big ones.

So yeah. I’m not really walking too well right now and it doesn’t look like it’s going to clear up for the next 6-8 weeks. Meanwhile, there’s always these happy fun places.