Rat Bastard

My Name is Not Earl, but it Could Be

What? What the hell is this? Now I don’t know what to think. What is karma trying to tell me? Yesterday I wrote about being a rat bastard. You guys responded with the most hits I’ve seen since I rescued Jim Nee from a ledge on a cliff.

Seriously, I’ve got to hope the bump in traffic was due to everyone clicking through to check out Michael Bunker‘s books because it was not a shining moment in my life. That, and opportunities to do good, and I mean really good things, just don’t pop up that often.

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