By Perry McDaid
I suppose mentioning being limited by one’s mortal coil would be just too hackneyed, but it does sum me up in a nutshell.
I’m the child of the rough and ready ‘Pig’ Iron and an incandescent mother. She basically liquefied my progenitor at their first meeting. I ended up as a spring fling and a bit twisted.
Despite being forged in China, all I can manage is to compile karaoke lyrics and keep things together at Notebooks R Us.
Most wouldn’t look twice at me unless I cut them, which I will if they’re not careful. Bondage is my raison d’etre.
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