I'm the Little Angry Guy. I used to be the Short Slightly Peeved Man, and before that I was the Obviously Upset Gentleman of Short Stature. I have used a Napoleon complex and a peptic ulcer to get things off my chest for 10 years. I have the kind of fury, rage, and instability that makes John Kass skip the last drink at closing hour and Richard Roeper order a new pair of elevator shoes just to walk as tall as I do among the little people. Little people like me.
You can find me on this blog whenever I need to vent about anything that gets under my skin like a virus with no cure. I am the first on the scene, the last in the line, and somewhere in between when it comes to being little, angry and a guy.
So put your seat belts on, it 's going to be a bumpy ride. One with twists and turns and sources that I probably met at the company cafeteria after finishing all of my paper work.
You can find me on this blog whenever I need to vent about anything that gets under my skin like a virus with no cure. I am the first on the scene, the last in the line, and somewhere in between when it comes to being little, angry and a guy.
So put your seat belts on, it 's going to be a bumpy ride. One with twists and turns and sources that I probably met at the company cafeteria after finishing all of my paper work.
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