I got a big kick outta seeing the President ducking outta the way of flying shoes.  He's got some fucking reflexes.  I know that many have asked how the journalist was able to throw a second shoe before he was stopped.    After reviewing the tape, though, I believe there was a second shoer.  Watch the tape.  You'll see the President go down and to the right, down and to the right, down and to the right.  And then the second shoe, what I like to call the magic loafer, enters the frame.

I can't believe it's been over a month since I've updated.  Damn.  In my defense I've been working the night shift and it has been killing me.  And by killing me I mean, disrupting my sleep patterns and souring my creativity.  That said, I've been working on a new short story that takes place in a masturbation rehabilitation clinic.  Sorta like a One Spewed Over the Cuckoos Nest.  Except shorter.  And not as film worthy.

Check out www.epicrites.org for my story "Perogi Queens and the Polish Precision Lawnmower Team" under my Messages From The Exiled King of Poland column.  Also at www.calliopenerve.blogspot.com I have a short story called Ben John NeSmith's Top Five Haunted Places in the World.  It's worth checking out.