I now own a scanner. Good for me, bad for you. I will torture you, Dr. Forrester-like, with a succession of cheesy snapshots. Suffer, nancy boy!

• Taken on the ferry as we swung around to come back to New Orleans. I told James this one goes on the back of his first book. It's the quintessential author shot.
• Angie and a great deal of filth. You know, you rarely see pictures of pregnant women in fishnets, do you? the amount of trash is typical after Fat Tuesday.

I mentioned the catolog o' filth that I acquired in the last episode. Sonya looked through it and told me her thoughts.

She held her fingers in a circle about the size of softball.

"An asshole," she explained, "is not supposed to be this big."

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