Time to Recharge

So I need to take a break for a few.  Time to recharge.  Unplug and tune out.  At any given time, I can have two or three computers going at once, and when I leave my house I'm checking e-mails, responding to comments on this or Facebook, and I realize...I'm missing my son grow up.  Not really.  But I got a lot of shit to do for the next few days.  For those of you who miss me, let me direct your attention to the right hand side of this blog... Beneath the attractive picture of me (I know, I know, you're all, like, "Which one?  They're all so attractive!"  True.  But if you look between the attractive one where I'm wearing a cowboy hat and looking all smoldering intense, and the attractive one where I look, to quote my buddy Jimmy, "like an Amish Bible salesman" [it's from my wedding]), you'll see "Published Work."  This is all my work that's on the web, not everything I've got out there, just the stuff that's really easy to find.  Mostly fiction.  Some poetry.  Some chapters from the memoir.  If you're pressed for time, I recommend "Rags to Riches" or "Red Pistachios" (two of my favorites), both of which were published in the now-defunct (though still awesome) Thuglit, or maybe "Hepatitis Heights" if you want to be disturbed and feel sick.  If you're feeling less noir, there's other stuff, too, like "Unpublished Manuscript" and "In Cases Such As These."  Or feel free to go back to read one of the 170 some odd posts in this blog.  Point is, there is a shit-ton to keep you busy so you don't go missing me too much.  So don't go making me feel guilty. I love you, too.