Waking up at seven in the morning a day after driving around for two days. Doing what? I'm not sure. We were just driving around, five cities in two days; driving with a soundtrack of folk and indie music through town after town, so many places where people live, and those other places, where people shouldn't live. Before she got there… Continue reading The Mericans: Pressing Buttons at The Winner Mitten Casino
Tag: words
What?
This is a modern version of Joyce's Dubliners. It starts off really pissed, and I don't think it ends like this. I don't know yet. It's only a story. You can click on the picture to read it better.
I’m a modern (stumbling) man
Enjoy and hate while I'm around. Chirp Chirp: I don't tweet very often and I'm not very cool, but since...oh hell; I'm not explaining why I'm advertising myself. I might use this and I might not. I'm just a writer dancing with the world that takes nothing that seriously anymore. So into the water I… Continue reading I’m a modern (stumbling) man
Pausing for detachment
I hate american television
And that’s what I am, a bloody working man, and I have to believe that I’m working for something, I mean, why else would I do it? And usually I forget about my born-with intuition of surrendering to the times and the life of being a writer, but sometimes I have to shut down the… Continue reading I hate american television
Adventures In American Writing 