What Would You Give in Exchange for Your Soul?

I want to say that I read this in a Jim Crace book, but I don't recall: The world is like a cucumber.* Some days, it's in your hand. Other days, it's up your arse.

But seriously folks. Today, in the Observer, I'm quoted in an article about bruxism. It's poetic timing because I've been doing some extra-special gnashing of teeth all fucking night.

All I know is, I'm glad I'm not the one with the Hamptons share this summer.

The Bellrays, Stupid Fuckin' People.

*Or some other long, thick, cylindrical object.