I post this every Fall or in this case winter as here in Canada Irated Nipple Syndrome is a reality. Mostly caused by our Northern winds and our lust for cheap polyester t-shirts. I have been plagued with this horrifying disease for nigh on 61 years now. As fall has arrived I am once again plagued with the horrible INS, so, I am re-publishing a blog I wrote in November 2007 It seems to my contorted malformed outlook towards this self labeled existence your homo sapient species declare as humanity that as “Atomic Mother Earth” has another one of her annual menopausal temperature episodes, you are dancing in cohesion to her moods and wants. If my memory does not fail me, then, I recall that not just twenty-four hours ago I was strolling the Danforth in a T-shirt and blue jeans. I recall my endocentric annoyance at the sweat gathering in the furrow of my brow as I glinted from the warm brightness of the summer comparable sunlight. Yet, on this bright Thursday ...
Allow me to take you on a journey within these pages. May you find the essence that is me – may I guide you through the tunnels of my thoughts and bath you in the radiant glow of my opinion. "Walk With Dann" through the expanse of his mind and his battle with late State 4 – "Terminal" oro-Pharyngeal Cancer and late Stage 4 – "Terminal" Squamous Cell Carcinoma Many ask me why l write. I write my books for me. I tell my stories for my readers.