Sitting in the office drinking cold coffee, watching the ground snow turn gray from white in the fading daylight, thinking that I want my King and eat it too. (whatthehellsthatsupposedtomean?)

Well you see,  I've been ignoring my Stephen King Christmas present stacked there on the floor, but I can't ignore it for much longer, what with the way it's been barking up my leg begging me to crack its spine and devour. But once I do, I consider the book done, it's ate, it's no…