Okay… obviously, this is just a metaphor… I mean, in the first place, the crack squirrels aren’t that big… and there is more than one of them… a lot more… and they live in my head most of the time, helping me to come up with crazy ideas for my blog or the books they help me write or just thinking up the weird stuff we do to keep each other from going nuts… except when they creep out at night to purchase more crack or get bored and sneak out to do who-knows-what… and there probably isn’t even a town called Famous Author Town anyway…
But you get the general idea, right?
Pouring My Art Out 
I love the picture. I captures your attention, makes you laugh, and then you read the article which is short and engaging. Thanks for a moment of entertainment.
No… thank you…
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Yeah, most of the time..
What i like to know, is how do your crack squirrels get into my head?
they move really fast
Damn those crack squirrels!
yup
I just say this one run down the fence…a board fence, not pawnshop guy.
He must have ditched you already. Nuts.
They are sneaky little varmints!