How I Could Just Kill A Man...

Although I did warn you early on in my posts that this would be a scary place to visit, it appears that I may have frightened some readers by my post from last night.

I assure you that while everything in it was genuine, my resolve is steadfast. There's nothing to fear but fear itself.

Besides, "I haven't killed anyone since 1984".

Everything is cool.

What you witnessed there was akin to the whistling of a pressure cooker. It's a necessary vent. It prevents explosions, and that's a good thing.

No voy a matar a cualquier persona...ahora.

So, in conclusion, everything is everything. In the vein of my recent post, I have placed a calming image above to counterpoint my little caricature from yesterday (although there was a striking resemblance there). I could only hope to be as hip as Mel Mounds one day...heck, I'd just like to be half as cool as that afro...