From The Editor: Hello, reader, you attractive young devil! (Don't argue with me.)

A little known fact about me: I've always wanted to be a writer. Ever since I could pick up a pencil, I've been scrawling yarns and tales and the such. Perhaps it was because I was a confused little homo looking for solace or because my parents divorced or because my sister used to beat the shit out of me, but I've always found comfort in the written word. Totally gay, right?

Like so many before me, I envisioned myself becoming a novelist or something equally glamorous. And, like every other blogger and/or journalist in New York, I've been working on a novel - it's called Homecoming and will be published in the year 4013. Until then, however, I'll have to sustain myself on short stories and other imagined things.

Since it's Friday - and a fairly slow news day - I'm going to go ahead and publish something I wrote about four years ago. It's called "Postcards" and I haven't edited it since I wrote it, but it's a good distraction from the six or so hours we all have left in this increasingly tedious work week.

Enjoy it or die. (Bonus points for those of you who send me some appropriate art!)

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