I see a self-help book in y(our) future (a collaboration, of course). Something like “Getting In Touch With Your Inner Deviant,” by Meme and Dan. It would contain a combination of creative visualization techniques, real-life action tips, and a daily log to plot out one’s progress over a month or so. Oh, and some kick-ass graphics, too.

You could bring your laptop along on the subway and channel the redness in your cheeks and sweat on the nape of your neck into art. And, since my testosterone levels are naturally higher in the morning, well, hey, I can’t think of a better time to collaborate. I’m just worried that if I try to ride the subway I’ll get lost. Isn’t it dark down there? Better just meet up at Starbuck’s. If you get there first, order me a grande dry cappuccino with skim and light cinnamon. I’ll bring the “Closed For Repairs” sign.