Great title, eh? Wish I could claim it. Unfortunately for me, it’s Faulker’s. No – not that Faulker (sigh). Rather,T.A Faulker.

Who the f*#! is T.A. Faulkner you ask? Check out this hardcore reading: From the Ballroom to Hell.

Yes, I spent more time than I’m willing to admit reading T.A. Faulkner’s missive. While obviously hideous and completely unfounded, his work was somehow compelling. I could not, and did not, stop reading until I was done. Fortunately, this Faulkner is not so verbose. Plus, after four chapters or so, how many other ways can one say that you are a whore if you dance? That’s right…DANCE. I’m not even a dancing type and I still think this Faulkner is lame. DANCING? For real? Get over yourself.