I’m nervous. Actually, I’m terrified that someone will think I’m narcissistic. Or maybe that they will recognize that I am a bit narcissistic. Either way, I have to eat my feelings. Fingernails will do.
It’s a disgusting habit. You know that, right?
So is voting for idiots into influential political positions. I feel my minor defilement is forgivable, considering.
Fair enough. Tell us about your book, The First Church of What’s Happening. How did you come up with the title?