I've decided to write a book.
The working title is; Murderous Chihuahuas.
For some reason I like the idea of having a pack of Chihuahuas patrol around the neighborhood punishing wrongdoers with their pearly white teeth and doggy jaws of justice.
The book is going to be a series of comedic essays and thoughts and like most of it's kind it may be semiautobiographical.
I think it will be fun, but I do like to spread the insanity around like extra thick peanut butter on a table. I don't know why I want to do it but now I really do want to see a peanut butter covered table.