What’s there to say that hasn’t already been said? I’m a writin’ fool, borne-n-razed in Las Angleless, younger than springtime and, oh yeah, gayer than laughter. My modus operandi runs the gamut from slim sticky prose to hard-bitten poesie, no quarter asked, no quarter given. If you’ve a mind to laugh, I’ve a mind to let you. In other words, you’ve been warned.