You always know an artist is getting dangerous when he starts referring to himself in the third person. I probably haven't had enough coffee this morning to construct any more cohesive sentances, but let me offer this small bit of pedantry: It looks like DC (as he now refers to himself) has a bug up his butt to be big, so it seems; my only hope is the that world is prepared for the keen insight and satyrical genius that DC Smith posesses . . . and that he doesn't get shot within a year.