Coming April 2023 from the Black Rose Writing publishing company... As a kid, in addition to weinerface, I was called freckleberg, carrot top, and a host of other juvenile slights. In retrospect, it's quite remarkable that one day back then I decided it was a good idea to hurl a string of fat-boy insults to a chubby bully across the street. I thought I was safe from his wrath, since I was standing on the stoop of my own house. That incident became the basis for the title tale in Weinerface. (It also became the basis of why I stopped insulting chubby bullies.) If the world really is as crazy as it most definitely seems to be right now, perhaps some entertaining, thought-provoking short stories might come in handy for our collective sanity. Stories about the next big bang, for instance. Or the pain of political incorrectness. Or what God would think of Hitler. Or someone whose father was a libidinous rock star. Or a potential four-year-old messiah. Or what happens after you insult a