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See? I knew Brian wouldn’t be able to handle roman numerals. I ain’t even gonna comment on the number selection he made. 

I do, however, think ol’ Brian done baited himself pretty well with that last post.  Ya need some extra loose bullets, Brian? I can fire a few your way–

Whups. I mean, aim some in your direction–

Ahh…nevermind.

Feeding the muse! Well, I certainly got enough muses around this joint that the ol’ grocery bill is getting expensive. Especially the coffee and donuts. I’ll tell ya, feeding the cops and Feds around here is a full time job.  And oh yeah, they’re all willing to volunteer to deliver those loose bullets to Brian in the story if need be. Brian even knows me well enough to have the spin I’d put on it already figured out. Bleeding on the page, cousin, it’s what it’s all about.

Of course, I realize that’s not supposed to be literal but even some of the boys in blue around here might argue that I might take it literally. Considerin’ what some of them all have been through. Ah, ahem…

Anyway, if I were to make up a muse-box for Brian in an attempt to entice him over here, I wonder what I’d put in it? Hmmm lessee…black wrapping paper to start with, yep, and some packets of sugar for his coffee. Some tapes of Cheap Trick, AC/DC and Areosmith. A harmonica. A few beer nuts and pretzels. A gold plated pen. A bottle of Miller beer. A pack of cigarettes and a lighter. (Hmm…Maxwell cigarettes perhaps? Khee!). A swatch of leather. A key chain with a Chevy emblem on it. And ya know, for the heck of it, I think I’ll toss some fried chicken in too.

Gee. No bullets.

But I could toss in this boxing glove to represent my right cross.

Enticing ain’t it? Khee!