Only in San Francisco:  I’ve been surrounded by a gang of bicyclers, all wearing those overly tight biking shorts.  Instead of thick, manly chains that real biker gangs use, they’re swinging thin loops of bike chain overhead.  “Submit!” they’re yelling at me.  “Forsake meat!  Forsake all that is phallic and join our legions of insecure hipsters!”  I open my eReader.  Magic flash.  Suddenly I’m encased in a suit of meat-armor—I AM the meat.  I grit my teeth and growl, “Not a chance.”  A giant, six foot sausage-staff appears in my hands and I bludgeon the crap out of these stringy fools with aplomb.

Somewhere inside you, there is a boy or girl that wants to go buck-nuts with a six-foot sausage-staff.  Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here:  Vol. 1 on Kindle.  Vol. 2 on Kindle here:  Vol.2 on Kindle.