Down With the Sickness

I have the flu – the kind where my nose is leaking more blood than mucous and I get a Gold Medal for sprinting to the bathroom. You probably won't get a new chapter of Deluge this week. But tomorrow, you will get a guest blog entry from my good friends Tim Lebbon and Christopher Golden. That's Tim over there to the left. We were a lot younger then, and still had hair, and could drink all night and still sign books the next morning. We are older now, and I don't drink much these days, and we will speak no more of the hair or its steady retreat year after year.

We also will speak no more of this, which was taken shortly after the previous photo, other than to say that Bud Light is the Devil's swill.

And now I'm off to chug some more NyQuil…