I Am Only A Poor, Humble Cockroach.

One of these days, I might actually post something on this blog again. Maybe. Life, she is distracting me. In the meantime, I've decided to try my hand at writing fiction. Because creative expression is the need of my soul.

*Darn tootin'*

Anyway, my fiction cherry has been popped, and my ass will be, too, if God catches wind of that story. Or worse, my mother. My contribution to the Polite Fiction's Alphabet of Regret is J, which is for {redacted}.