SJ ROZAN

Now, come ON. If a couple of jackass no-account good ol' boys who didn't happen to be Vice President went out in the woods and one smoked the other... Oh, never mind. Let me just say, the, um, victim -- a word the newspapers haven't used -- is, despite the general casualness with which everyone's taking this, in the intensive care trauma ward. Which the hospital spokesperson shrugged off as "normal when someone gets sprayed with buckshot." Yeah, it's normal when someone gets a knife in the heart, too.

I'm a writer, publishing both as SJ Rozan and, with Carlos Dews, as Sam Cabot. (I'm Sam, he's Cabot.) Here you can find links to my almost-daily blog posts, including the Saturday haiku I've been doing for years. BUT the blog itself has moved to my website. If you go on over there you can subscribe and you'll never miss a post. (Miss a post! A scary thought!) Also, I'll be teaching a writing workshop in Italy this summer -- come join us!
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