No. You’re dead to rights wrong. You’re fucked up in the head wrong.

I FUCKING LOVE HOUSE PLANTS. I have a rescue rubber tree that has now taken over half of my living room and is slowing eating my sectional couch.

You’ll never be anything more but a blogger yourself, Rich, but maybe you’ll make it yet as a censor. You’d like that, right? Telling everybody else what they can and can’t write, can and can’t think? Feels good, right? Fills up the void between King’s accomplishments and the bucket of shit your life’s work will ever…