Day: August 8, 2012
Waiting for the women (Draft Page)
Close your eyes. Snap! And By fat boys, I mean the townies, the posers, the lame ducks of my sad and pathetic generation, the dollar bill dreamers. Start with laughter, I'm only a writer. And wasnt that romantic, what a picture that was, I was leaving and taking shots of whiskey and shots of the digital variety of the time… Continue reading Waiting for the women (Draft Page)
What is the Universe? Are You (a) Writer? I Don’t know…
My family is old. I am old. This is something I wrote, suffering. No longer, Now, Suffering. Spontaneous prose as is… Body hurts and girl in bed, dog in bed…I sit here to type some words on new typewriter, only destiny, only my life, and how does a man become honest with himself? These are… Continue reading What is the Universe? Are You (a) Writer? I Don’t know…
Adventures In American Writing 