Days In Monsterville

I guess we’re all of us living in Monsterville.

My name is Greg, and I probably don’t have anything witty or profound to say. As with everyone else who is neither witty nor profound, I have a blog. Should anything funny or intelligent ever come out here, you can consider it wholly accidental.

I write for a living. It beats working, I suppose. I’ve been fortunate enough to find employment doing something I love, and  that probably counts for something.

Right now, though, I seem to be at a loss…

…so maybe I’ll just post a picture of our couch, the one my mother covered in tin foil. I took a picture of it because no one would ever believe me a human being would be so cuckoobananas as to cover a couch in tin foil.

There’s a story behind this. I think there’s a lot of stories to be told here in Monsterville. Stay tuned…