I've been writin this blog for myself, and neglecting my readership. Let me say this: if you are reading this, you are wonderful, and I want to make love to you on top of a conference table, while the people in the next room over wonder what all the noise is next door. I want to travel back in time with you and show our younger selves how much more and less we are then we thought wed be. Then we'd go hang out with ol dirty bastard when he was 14. If you're reading this i want to thank your brain and eyeballs for their diligent and dedicated service. Most of all, if you're reading this I want you to know that I'll be back in Seattle tonight with my cock, my time machine, and a thick wad of cash. If you're readin this: I'm goin to fuck you until the screws rip out of the wall, the bed collapses in a pile of splinters, and the neighbors write a formal complaint to their congressman. Mom: I hope you're not reading this. If you are, none of the above applies to you