The truth is, I'll probably be rumbling and stumbling for the rest of my days, rocking to voicemail while the chaos around me rages on. It's nothing compared to to chaos within me, after all--I write stories.
And, look, I'm quite out of my mind, actually, but people tend to find me amusing? I can't imagine why, unless it's morbid fascination.
(Hey, I'm writing a book with Big Bang Press! Check out our Kickstarter and our website.)
A few things I wanna talk about:
Steve buying Bucky the softest things he can find...