Freshly Baked

Get your freshly baked thoughts, here! Hot, fresh, and full of fat. Yes indeed these thoughts are custard-filled and dripping with cynicism. I found out that Stephen King’s editor died, whats-her-name, and didn’t write about it. So guess who did? Someone from Examiner.com, someone ELSE. My story! Too lazy to write! And look what happens, someone steals your thunder. Actually, I witnessed someone else put in the ground today, or almost, and you know what? It was a sham. This is what happens when you let talent (and cents, sense) slip away from you. Ask anyone, they’ll tell you.