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)
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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…
Just a Note, Just A Plan, an update of sorts
Writing a novel isn't easy, a great one, almost insanity, and you have to be sharp and not scatter brained, maybe my youth or personality is playing against me, but you have to be disciplined, and I was, I'm not right now. That being said, I have a ton of good work on here, and my mind is so messed… Continue reading Just a Note, Just A Plan, an update of sorts
A Summer Travelin’ Book, Vol. 2, Sample Pages
A Summer Travelin' Book, Vol. 2, Sample Pages.
Summer Travelin’ Book, Vol 1
Summer Travelin' Book, Vol 1.
Adventures In American Writing 