I wish for everyone in the world to grow a Unique Visible Organ of Embarrassment. Subject to the whims of the wishing gods, I’m hoping everyone will sprout an actual organ–a little bud, blossom or dingle that responds to stimuli. One uvoe grows erect in the presence of small talk. Another fluoresces when exposed to the smell of cologne. That sort of thing.
Danny Collier writes a bit and raises three-year-olds.