For my wife, who has been so tolerant and wonderful through
all of this that I think she might be a product of my imagination.
Also, my best friend, Mack Leighty, who gave birth to the “John”
mentioned in the title, and who years ago convinced me to get
into writing as a hobby instead of alcoholism.
Mack, I’ll never forget that when things got really tough in my life,
you stepped up and killed those dudes for me.