It's sort of poetically apropos that the first part of a chapter called Wrath goes live on Friday the 13th. Especially in the spring. What better to time rip someone's face off than when the flowers are in bloom?
Well, all the time, if you ask me. But whatever.
Chapter 9 also begins to wrap up the novel's third volume, which of course I've yet to title. Though I'm thinking "Man, this guy's life really sucks, eh?" works sort of perfectly. That may also be the gin talking. Hm. We'll see.
Though I'm having a rough day. Off to smash my face with a hammer. Toodles.
That's right. I've somehow found a way to combine a title like "Hilarity" with killing infant children.
You see my short, one sentence "bio" on the right? Every day I think it just gets a smidge more true.
Tune in next week when I personally punch your grandma in the face.
Oh, and happy Friday the 13th.