“The Lovechild of Anaïs Nin and Johnny Cash. Pure Sin on Amphetamines.”*

(Or, Contrary to popular belief, I am not in love with the sound of my own voice.)
But I enjoy using it, especially in artistic expression. And there is some evidence (occasionally culled from speaking to distracted drivers from the backseat…) that shows that there are folks out there who kinda like it too.
No hidden brag [...]