This pretty much sums up how Ken is doing right now. I understand how he feels. For a long time, I had resigned myself to the fact that women are evil creatures that derive strength from the suffering of men. Their vile hearts pump not blood, as yours' or mine, but a thick, viscous, acidic fluid I called blurm. I realized, after time, that it was their nature to crush men like Ken and me. They can't help it. It's in their blurm.

If anyone has any ideas how I could improve the web page (that don't involve the word 'naked') please send me an email. I would love to hear from you. As soon as I learn me how, I'm going to put in a mailing list. I have had over 800 visitors since I started this page, so I figure there are a couple of you that would like to know when my creative juices have left a new stain.