Inspiration is a funny thing. Stephen King often claims that the most frequent question he gets is “where do you get your ideas?” For the record, many of mine are found at the bottom of beer bottles or martini glasses. Others are dropped off on my doorstep in empty peanut butter jars by the gangs of Elvis impersonators that roam our neighborhood, and I even had one whispered to me by a dying squirrel in a Hazmat suit. For the most part, though, I just pull them out of my ass.