Speaking my shit.

I wanted to start this whole thing by writing a lengthy explanation of who I am and why you should care about my opinions, but honestly, after thoroughly racking my brain for anything. I've decided that I am sick of that. I hope my readers gaze on me with morbid curiosity. The same way you stare down a stink bug. I use the humble, pungent stink bug as my stand in because the battle of wills one must embark on whilst killing one of those things. The worst part of the whole ordeal isn't the smell, at least for me, but rather the nasty crunch they make as you crush them. I would feel a lot worse if I wasn't the one crushing it. Stink bugs have been in america since the 2000s but I still like to think of them as noisome pilgrims, fresh off packing crates from the other side of the world. But I live in Wisconsin and we aren't exactly known for ports. killing one is a struggle.            

And, I imagine, reading whatever I write will be much the same.