Mr. Bootsock says hello, too.
“Who is Mr. Bootsock?” you ask, palms sweaty, knees weak, arms heavy. Is he a ghost? A hallucination? An ex-boyfriend? A special name for an intimate body part?
None of the above. “Mr. Bootsock” is the name I've given to the two-faced/janus/diprosopus cat symbol you see floating around my website.
Why did I create Mr. Bootsock to be my mascot?