Dying for attention

Another day, another blog.  I think this is 5th in 12 years of blogging.  Only one remains standing – the rest suffered the cold, hard delete.

The tinger is a reference to the ring finger on my right hand that I broke playing basketball when I was 17.  It has since morphed into a bulbous E.T. shaped appendage that kind of looks like half toe, half finger.  Thus = The Tinger.

And, because I am a sick bastard, I like to claim the chicks dig the tinger.

I like to write.  I am sometimes ok at it.

I also like attention.  Lets see where this goes shall we?