The first time I saw him, he was digging ketchup out of a bottle with a knife. He was in his worn Rolling Stones tee and his crimson bandana held back his mop of crimson curls. He had his sleeves rolled up so I was able to see his intricate tattoos, trailing along is forearm….

Recipe For Disaster

Preheat the county to approx. 90 to 13 degrees farienheit. In a large bowl, blend together superior power, manipulativeity, senselessness, and “I have no idea what I’m doing but I am going to put on this suit and act like it anyway so I get money and votes.” Quickly add in a petite dash of…