And so it begins...

Well, with some pushing from AM, the love of my life (I will do my best not to make people vomit while reading my blog), here I am.

With everyone else and their mother writing blogs (except my mother, who still can't figure out how to turn her computer on and refers to anything electronic as a 'jobby'), why the hell am I going to add my uncollected collective thoughts to the ever growing compendium of useless notion and thoughts? I guess it's simple: I am suffering from a constipation of the soul. I am unable to write, or poo as to speak. I am not having regular bowel movements so I am here. I consider this to be the spiritual enema I am looking for.

IF you're wondering what the hell a southpaw is, do some soul searching or ask anyone who knows about baseball. As for chew, well unless you know me really well, i guess that's me being mysterious.

I'm writing as we speak instead of finishing a "sell sheet" as they say in my biz about the maximum performance of a particular erectile dysfunction drug. I won't say which one, but I will say that I’m not only the president, I’m also a member.

I'm glad we had this talk.