summer of chaos. I got back into town on a motorcycle. This is what writers live for I said. I agree. No more words. Just darkness and speed and one single smoke. I didn't care. I just wanted to go home, and I knew it no longer was real, but I still went, because I had… Continue reading Notes about a story that may or may not exist.
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Adventures In American Writing 