ABOUT

One day, while contemplating why I was working for someone I wanted to commit violence against, Kenda decided she had better use for me than my inevitable jail cell — or worse, an early grave like most of my friends. So here we are, a year later, with vast improvements to boot. I was reluctant at first, but with a lot of help, I eventually came around.

Have we removed the Peter Pan complex? No. But maybe we can.

If I've learned anything at all it's this: you're better off trying than not. If that doesn't suit you, try this one: it can always get worse. I sure as hell don't like that either — and I'm lazy — so we might as well clean the mess up before it gets worse. Because we know it will.

Go-getters understand the carrot-on-a-stick. That flies right over my head. My motivation is the all-consuming fire behind me nipping at my heels.

The point: pick your poison, but the only way through is forward. Bitching and moaning come included.