Hey kiddies, I'm pretty sure everyone that is going to read the below post already did, so let's go ahead and bump it down. Let's be sure though... yep, my mom already emailed me, so everyone's read it. Thanks to everyone for the kind words about my fiction.

I'm working on another story at the moment, it'll probably take me several weeks to finish, as it's just a wee baby right now. More details on that later, but think: Trans-Galactic Gargle Blaster, and you'll at least be heading in the right direction.

Oh, and buy every Douglas Adams book you see. I just finished his final (and posthumous) publication, The Salmon of Doubt. It's an amazing read. I logged on to Amazon.com as soon as I finished it and spent over $100 on books he recommended in the course of his own. My regret is that I was never able to recognize what a sheer genius the man was while he was alive.

On a much more personal life-ish note, I ingested a heroic portion of psychedelics a while back. While you might think, "Shhh, haven't you heard of a little thing called the MotherFucking Patriot Act?" I don't really give a shit which FBI agent is doing unassociated online research at the moment, because I'm done with drugs. I know it sounds funny, but I'm not breaking their laws anymore, so fuck 'em.

The trip itself, in retrospect, reminds me of two quotes from Zoolander. I can't find direct quotes, so forgive me.

1. My friends and I have been dropping acid and sunbathing with spidermonkeys off the coast of Madagascar for the past two weeks, changed our whole perspective on shit.

2. So my rope slips, and I start to fall. Then I think,"Haven't you been smoking peyote for 10 straight days, and couldn't part of this, maybe be in your mind." I was right, I've never even been to Mount Vesuvius (spelling is hard.)

Yeah, so it was a singularly life changing experience that I wouldn't be able to repeat, and wouldn't want to, because it was the worst night of my life. On the other end, I'm glad it happened, because I've finally been able to stop trying to control everything and just let go. Of course, just saying it like that sounds incredibly trite, but I can't summarize it in any way that Chuck Pahlaniuk hasn't already. At the very point that I knew, and didn't fear that someday I was going to die, and accepted it, EVERYTHING changed. And it is prefereble to the way I was living.

Happy Trails, I've got some work to do.