Click here. Do it now. Nobody knows who this is, or why this is. We don’t even know why or how it came this way. It just did. The lyrics are brilliant, and the off-key singing is even better. Oh, and what about the “whoa, oh, whoa” sections? Inspired. But wait, there’s more.  Following his inglorious demise, a few of us here at claytoncountsdotcom tossed around the idea of impersonating Clayton and keeping his death a secret. None of us could agree on the direction this blog should take, however, or who was best fit to assume control. We’ve finally reached consensus, and it is probable that this website will be transforming very shortly into some kind of perverse shrine to the man and his legacy, as might be expected. It would have been much too difficult to keep up the charade, anyway. Clayton was undoubtedly the smartest and least assuming person I’ve ever met.  In the final years of his short life, he’d taken a great interest in kinesiology and nonverbal communication, particularly in their relation to lie detection. He published several compelling articles on the subject, and was in regular correspondence with many experts in the field. On a few occasions, his own expertise was called upon to assist in the solving of crimes. He enjoyed success, and helped to bring serial rapists and child murderers to justice. Sometime in the near future, we may set this blog aside as the permanent online repository for his musings on topics ranging from abductive reasoning to neuro-linguistic programming. Stay tuned.