Well, I hope you enjoyed my masterpiece. (You better have or I'll cut your throat and drink your blood.)
Unfortunately for you, though, that's all there is right now. I suppose there's a few people I need to thank:
Me.
Me.
Me.
Me.
Me.
Me.
Nah, I'm just kidding. Here are the people I really need to thank:
Mom and Dad, for giving birth to me. (Well, actually Mom did the birth thing.)
Andrew, for living down the street and distracting my stalkers.
Patric, for moving away and leaving me with nothing to do half the time.
Tori, for the schadenfreude I get from her depressing poetry.
Tyler, for being so stupid, he makes me look intelligent. (Gee, imagine that.)
Zach, for the money in my birthday cards.
Brad, for nothing (jerk).
Sam, for giving me the therapy and psychological attention I needed.
Nina, for pretending to be my friend.
Abraham Lincoln, for freeing the slaves.
Kristin, for being so open-minded.
Steve, for remaining to this day my resident spy of Pennsylvania.
Jen and Cheryl, for contributing to the insanity that so often fuels my work.
The Rainbow Company Ensemble and Staff, for a whole bunch of stuff that would be tedious to list.
Grandma, for teaching me everything I know.
Mike and Dave, for teaching me everything else I know.
And last but not least, my dog Gizmo for never letting anyone come in without barking at them... no matter
how much I yell at him... or how many times they've been to the house... or if they live here...
Th-th-th-th-that's all, folks!
