SLEEP. WHO THE FUCK NEEDS SLEEP? LET ME TELL YOU, MOTHERFUCKER, NOT THIS FUCKER RIGHT HERE. I JUST DROPPED MY FIFTH CAPPUCINO THIS MORNING AND IT'S ONLY 10:51 AM.
Writer. Editor. Reader. Reviewer. Gamer. Armchair mafia kingpin. Trans-dimensional yodeler. Cthulhu's unplanned 667th son. Grand High Muckymuck of the Mystic Order of the Defanged Gerbil.
Nothing special here, move along, nothing to see, just ignore the lump under the sheet and the red stuff...
Stories about ponies are stories about people.
13 years a fan, but 59 years under my belt! BA in English, two + two kids/step kids, like to work cons, and sling 280-character pies on twitter. For more info, see: https://tinyurl.com/jumnbd5