Okay, I promise that once I get over this regression to my long lost tropical high school, I will get back to the business of writing books.

Thanks for making it all the way through this brief journey through my dazed and confused life. Now, when you read a passage in one of my books about a gecko falling from the ceiling and splatting down on a formal dining room table, sending a host of terrified young ladies running, you’ll know where it came from.