(Me and Boston Erin. Isn't she lovely?)
We're troublemakers. We eat words. We hatch plots. We scheme schemes. We right wrongs. We question authority. We take it on the chin. We lean into the fray. We mash it up. We chew words and then spit them out. We know the writing's on the wall. We let it all hang out. We take leaps. We know no bounds. We write like there's no tomorrow.