I awoke early Wednesday morning, around noon, to find a message waiting in my Team-TCP inbox or, as I call it, my business email. It's the address I hand out while cruising for chicks - I'm yet to find one who's impressed.
I never cared much for the TCP emails; I find them to be shrewd, impersonal, and negative - like the one I received from SnideAugustine a few days earlier:
Dear Rocky,
I give up. If you can guarantee the safe return of my pet cat, Mittens, then I will grant you permission to use my likeness in your story, My Day with a Hugh Jackman Impersonator. You win. I hope this makes you happy, you sick, psychotic son of a bitch!
