Some things you can chalk up to being Venusian. Others, to being an asshole. We leave it to you, dear reader, to assess which is which.

It’s not that I don’t know, of course. I do. I’m simply choosing not to tell you. Because what’s life without a little mystery? It’s a gift, really.  It’s the same reason I go around digging random holes in the neighborhood and covering them with tarps and sticks. Little mystery gifts for my neighbors.

You’re welcome.