I don't know much about all this cyberspace jazz. I ain't even figured out how they hooked a typewriter up to a TV. So I hope you'll forgive me if my little corner of the interweb's not so flashy as some. At least I ain't got no spinning stars. Who the hell wants a page what looks like it's got a Christmas tree up its ass?

But I'm regressing. Anyway, my name's Harvey: I'm a working-class stiff what happens to be a little stiffer than most. After I came down with high-caliber lead poisoning, I shuffled off this mortal coil. But just because I'm gone don't mean I'm gone, if you know what I mean. If you got things what need to be taken care of, if you need some advice from a man of the world, or if you just wanna show me your tits, why not check out Ol' Harv's online TV channel?

Things ain't completed here yet. If you have any suggestions for how to add to the sophistication, or if you got a problem what I can help you with, why not send me one of them e-mail messages? (I ain't looking for no Niagra, and don't send no more messages about girls with horses neither. I'm a normal guy.)