I gained a certain reputation one night when I woke to the sound of gunfire — and then muttered “Oh, it’s next door,” before nonchalantly falling asleep again. But I don’t think even I could sleep through a gunshot wound to the head!
Word-whore. I write 'em. I talk 'em. Information, politics, media, and the cybers. I drink. I use bad words. All publication is a political act. All communication is propaganda. All art is pornography. All business is personal. All hail Eris! Vive les poissons rouges sauvages!