I just got an email from a fine fellow by the name of Drew. He sent me a link to one of his pieces, Not a problem.
Fucking freaky. There's something about that one in particular that seems so personal to me.
That Internet. That shit'll get you every time. Whenever you think you did something neat, someone will always remind you that you're just dicking around.
If none of this makes any sense to you, it's in reference to yesterday's post.