I have recently looked at the reviews and the number of readers who have marked "The Incredibly Normal Adventures of RoosterBoots" as TO-READ. I am so touched, and so are each one of you guys.

Seriously, "TINAR" was the product of idle hands and a change in meds. I was browbeaten into publishing by a group of well-intentioned bikers who couldn't read past the third grade level. Sure enough, as soon as I was done, they demanded pictures, too.

Problem: I write gooder than I draw. In fact, I couldn't draw at all.

Stephen, my man, you read the book. You KNOW I can't draw and you wrote a review anyway. And then you complained that the stories were disconnected. I don't think you were in the right frame of mind to fully appreciate "TINAR". In fact, I suspect you were sober.

Let this serve as fair warning to everyone else. DO NOT try to read "The Incredibly Normal Adventures of RoosterBoots" without copious libation. If you understood that last part, you are too smart for this book.

Are there any questions? Yes, you there in the second row.

Q: "Were you stoned when you wrote the book?"

A: No, but I was naked.

Q: "Ick."

A: I'm sorry, but ICK isn't a question.

Q: "I...I just can't get past that image...that horrible, horrible image!"

A: The pictures are all naked, too.

Q: "Admit it, Jon. This blog post is just one long, painful self-promotion, isn't it?"

A: Painful? PAINFUL!? Why you self-important pettifogger, how dare you impugn my integrity with such a scurrilous denunciation. If I wasn't a gentleman, I'd throw rocks at you. Just like in the story "BabaRoo's Switch", the first chapter in "The Incredibly Normal Adventures of RoosterBoots". By the way, "BabaRoo's Switch" is in the first issue of eHumor magazine, scheduled for publication on December 21st (Mayan Doomsday).