Proffered with humility from the Tampa Bay edition of Creative Loafing, an entirely unanticipated yet exceedingly welcome and flush-inducing appraisal from local magnate Mark E. Leib, all the more felicitous for being published during the week of my 41st birthday. (I don't? Well, aren't you nice. The monkey glands must be working.)

In deference to those already established at whose altars I genuflect with zeal (and you know who you are, you brilliant SOBs!), I respectfully append good friend Drew DeCaro's name to the list, congratulate all those named with whom I've had the immense good fortune to share the stage, and invite you all to my coming-out cotillion, wherein we shall thrill to the boys playing mumbletypeg and naughtily snitch old Yegor's whiskey. Tee hee hee!...