What the hell? I got a DVD in the mail telling me to shake my ass down to a warehouse in San Francisco and pick up a "mystery case." Now this is not to be confused with the "mystery meat" that was served to me back in the school lunch days, nor the "mystery date" I went on a few weeks back (more on that later — much later, as in, after the statute of limitations has run out).
I am concerned. On April 1, 2008, the day INFECTED came out, I spent the entire day vomiting the stomach lining out of my body with such force that it broke a window and cripled a small dog three stories below. I’m talking "someone, please, get a gun and shoot me" sick, caused by some tainted almond rocha candies delivered by one Julie Andrews. Andrews, the proponent of all things good in the world, wanted to stop me, the Icon of Evil™, from having a successful book launch.
So, now there is this case … and the CONTAGIOUS launch is but four weeks away … I wonder …
If you’ll notice, my first hardcover copy of CONTAGIOUS has fully mounted the Julie Andrews case and is humping away. Anyway, the case is locked. I have to post this picture to get a code to enter a forum to do the hustle, or something, which will give me the code to open it, so here is the picture.
Bring it, Juile Andrews, because this time, the FDO™ strikes back.