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. With filters and a magic wand, anything is possible.

Until then, I will continue surviving this pandemic, post-pandemic, and global anxiety being the hero that I am by searching and consuming the greatest chicken fingers ever created. Because if Viktor Frankl re-wrote "Man's Search for Meaning" today, he would include a chapter about how chicken fingers heal the soul. And then showered with me with praises for my humble contribution.