Someone, somewhere has a voodoo doll with my face on it. I know it. Too many things are going on with my body for it to be a coincidence. First there was the cold. Then, last night, there was the piercing pain in my right shoulder that kept me awake until well past 2:00 AM. And now it’s my fucking back. It feels like I’m being wrung-out like an old dishtowel.
I expect to get some kind of blackmail letter in my in-box this evening, perhaps a picture of a hand holding a tiny Mark Maynard doll precariously over a roaring fire.
“Send $100 by PayPal or we toss you in, asshole.”
