I dated a Suicide Girl style punk chick who worked at Petsmart by day. She had a corn snake, which she would rest around her neck as we watched movies together. Made making out with her a little tricky. She's bring home live mice for it too, not dead ones. She'd even breed mice at home. One time, we went out on a date, and she had the snake's food in a bag. Scratching and scritching its way for dear life.

By the way, novel revisions are underway. I've just almost completely redone everything in chapter five (the post-acid chapter) after the meeting with Fields, and tweaked a lot of stuff before then. I really like the way the new arc is shaping, and how Harvey still feels like the Harvey of earlier, just going more crazy organically. I dunno what your life is like these days, but I'd love it if you'd ever be up to share your thoughts, either nowish or when I'm finished down the line. If you can't, no sweat.