A Letter from the Editor:

Dear Readers,

My time at the Heckler has been wonderful so far, and I can’t wait to drive this ship into the ground with my winning combination of constant dedication but abysmal decision-making.

I’ll admit, I was only barely accepted into the Heckler in a particularly sparse round of applications, which makes me the Heckler’s least funny writer. But I love this club, and I’ve shown great determination in order to rise through its ranks! After a series of complex favors designed to increase my political capital — lots of snack baking, alcohol funding, log-rolling, and a little blackmail — I finally willed my way into the boss’s chair. Now, you can call me the head honcho, the big cheese, the prize hog, and finally, the editor-in-chief.

I may not be very funny, but what I lack in humor, I make up for with raw, uninhibited work ethic. When quality isn’t possible, quantity will do just fine. Prepare for the most spray-and-pray version of the Heckler you’ve ever seen. Blind squirrels don’t often find nuts, but if we give typewriters to infinite monkeys, surely you’ll like something they write eventually.

Respectfully,

Little Miss Carolina Edgecumb