Even though I’ve been Deputy Director of Homeland Security here at the World’s Most Dangerous Beauty Salon for some time, now, it took awhile for Ms. Juanita Jean Herownself to get tired of lending me her key, and give me my own. This only after I convinced her that if my cousin, Jesus Hachecristo, really wanted to throw an after hours party in here, the want of a key wouldn’t stop him. This dazzling logic seemed to work, although I think it helped that she was medicated and half-blind at the time.

The upshot of all this is that I now have a byline (heads up, it’s just under the headline). So if a story moves you, and you’re wondering whose name to curse (mine) or to remember (hers) in your prayers tonight, and you’re thinking of getting a running start in the comment section, check the byline!

And remember: the thoughts expressed by Primo Encarnación, Jesus Hachecristo and/or daChipster represent their personal opinions, and may or may not be reflective of the thoughts and opinions of the Management of this Fine Establishment.

Or even each other!