Oh, how foolish to come looking for more about the underslept, overworked, middle-aged dude named Mark Hosack, the one who scribbles gibberish across these Cursed Pages. I’m not here! I’m cruising America’s underbelly in my light blue minivan. I’m searching for moral revivals in the blazing heat of Miracle Desert. I’m wondering how, exactly, I managed to put together this website, because it sure was a pain in the arse.

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