Okay, so I am getting mad hits on Dismantle My Bed! I haven’t, however, sold a single book. I’m not sure why this is. I think it’s a clever attempt at sales. I think my book is worth reading. I guess the public disagrees with me. Then again, the sect of the public that both knows how to read and has extra money for book-buying is pretty small. We can thank George W. for that. The poverty, that is. Not the illiteracy. While I would like to blame him for all of the woes in this country, I can’t give him that one. Though the fact that the president himself is illiterate doesn’t really set a good example, now does it?

So anyway, in an effort to move some books, before I throw an exciting and ground-charring bonfire with them, the prices have dropped substantially. $4.99 will buy you a book and I’ll pay for shipping. That’s right, I’m just that desperate. I’m like Wal-Mart, only without the excess of people in sweat pants.