I'm about to embark on my first project in over a month. Apparently the author
is just as excited as I am because his book title has an exclamation point in it.
Seriously.
So that's
kind of a bad sign. Also a bad sign: his biography.
[Author] was born on a dark
and stormy, cold and wintry night in1956, the scene fittingly and fleetingly
lit by powerful and blinding flashes of Lightning, almost immediately followed
by the deafening rapid cannon-fire explosions of Thunder. His sweat soaked and
red-faced mother looked down upon her new-born son for the first time with a
gentle, smiling and tender look, and then screamed!
I often debate the appropriateness of swearing profusely on my blog because I feel like I should probably be able to come up with more creative ways of expressing myself. But then sometimes this happens.
Fuck. Seriously. Just...fuck.
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