If there are any poor souls out there really wondering what this crap is (in other words, if y’all got frequently asked questions about Wednesday Again) I’m really sorry for ya. I am the one man who doesn’t have an answer.

While I would aspire to such lofty goals as answering all known metaphysical queries before I die (“Ed, what is the soul made out of?” “Well, Cindy … baachhh!!” — that was the sound of myself choking on a ham and cheese sandwhich, in honor of Momma Cass) I really don’t have enough mental material to even pull a Jayson Blair and fudge my way through it.

Suffice to say I stand in the way of all treachery and run from it whenever possible.


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