One of our most avid misanthropic readers, Ishmael, has just sent me another donation earmarked for the ‘Get the hell out of Baltimore Fund.’ Of course, it will only be a temporary reprieve from the city that intends to eat me, when we head off into the Rockies in search of Liver-Eater lore this time next year.

Ishmael is one of over a dozen readers who have suggested I leave Harm City for good. To tell the truth, if I could support myself writing about something other than the Armpit of the East Coast I might do just that. Unfortunately, 85% of my writing revenue comes directly from the Harm City category, and it’s barely enough to keep the site going and keep me in research material and training gear—which is research material, I suppose.

I will promise you this, Ishmael, if this cracked window on the world becomes a going concern without the need for me to gather hoodrat lore in Harm City, I would like to move to Harper’s Ferry West Virginia. If this occurs, I shall do it in style, by paying Boomy, the Nigerian Hero cabbie who saved the "Blonde woman of the yuppies" from a raging hoodrat horde back in April, to drive me out of town in his oft stoned cab.

Thank you very much for the book, and the donation.

James