Quadruple Fraggin' HAR!

Last Updated on Monday, 27 April 2009 15:11

Below is one of my favorite emails from a twisted reader. I just received it this morning and waking up to such a heartfelt and inspiring message is invaluable. I've printed and pasted it to the monitor of my piece-of-shit writing machine. When I start feeling like Hunter did in the photo at left, I can look at this email and know I need only write another 'graph. That out there, somewhere in this disjointed abyss, is someone who appreciates the foul, acidic storytelling perpetrated by Yours Truly. HAR! Thanks to all who write, post messages, and communicate that we share a laugh. You know, writing the shit ain't easy. Sure, it ain't rocket science. It's not like I'm soldering the fuckin' chrono synclastic infundibulator relay to the subspace Co2 secondary fire module venting portals on the Space Shuttle. But it's still rife with... uh... errr, complicated stuff to consider. Heh! So getting a little love from the fans is always appreciated. Not as much as rum, money, or offers of wild weekends of heterosexual-type fornicational activity, but dag nabbit, it's still received with the Crites' patented gusto and effervescence.

Finally someone has created a lovable male vampire sex symbol for women with an IQ higher than their waist measurement. I do thank you for that after years of all the fluffy, whining, pole smoking fops that so many authors have paraded around as sexy it is good to have a grouchy, cynical bad ass who oozes sex appeal as much as he oozes rum scented sweat. Devlin got me started listening to you and now I am hooked. Your throaty velvet ramblings make my hours of confinement in the romper room concentration camp of my office much more enjoyable.

panties off you to Mr. Crites.

"God didnt do that. You did it! You're a fucking narcotics agent i knew it!"

I laugh every time I see that part.