This section is currently under construction and being updated and rewritten to include horrific stories of my dark, seedy past of sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll but without the sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll. There may be a nude leak here and there, God willing. If only I can find someone with good PhotoShop skills.

Fingers crossed!

Until then, I will continue surviving this pandemic being the hero that I am by searching and consuming the greatest chicken fingers ever made. Because if Viktor Frankl wrote "Man's Search for Meaning" in 2020, he would've included a chapter about how chicken fingers heal the soul. And then thanked me, of course.