Scott St. Pierre is exhausted. Seriously. He’s had a long rough week at work and would seriously love to write something short and witty but just doesn’t have the time for that sort of display. So he’s typing this sort of stream of conscious thing. This will be one hundred percent unedited, with the occasional backspace, but I won’t be rereading this and end up saying to myself, “no, this doesn’t work at all. It’s all crap.” and the only sort of spell checking I’ll be doing is whatever the Ten Ton Studios Forum Spell Check button things is a good enough job. See, I can already see that I should have just typed “thinks is a good enough job.” But I’m not editing this. It’s not that you readers aren’t worth it. Please trust me. Real love is raw. raw. raw.

Life is great right now. I’ve been revising a novel I wrote. My wife and I made love about 8 months ago and now our Baby will be born next month. We just bought a house last month and tonight she made me mow the lawn and now my throat is really sore. I hate my lawn-mower. It came with the house along  with about 2 gallons of gasoline. I keep telling myself that once the gas is used up I’m going to by one of those reel mowers. If I wrote that last sentence last week I would have spelled reel, Rail. I’ve been doing research, yo.

So what do I do here at Ten Ton? I write. Wouldn’t know it by reading this crap, but I do like to tickle the alphabet and get my fingers sticky from the sweet gooey stink of the English language. I used to ink comics, but my heart wasn’t in it. I think I’d be more successful as a bank robber than I was as an inker. That’s not to say I wasn’t good at inking, I’m using that as an example to show you how damn good I’d probably be at robbing banks. I love you.