Oh, yeah, this happened too:


A few short stories to help you pass the time.
And to help me pay the rent.
Thanks to Brittan for being an awesome cover-girl

A few short stories to help you pass the time.
And to help me pay the rent.
Thanks to Brittan for being an awesome cover-girl
My boss ordered me to take a vacation, I guess my grey hairs are showing.
So I'm headed to New England. See some friends, family in NYC and Boston. I'm still planning, where else should I go? Maine? Syrup?
So I'm headed to New England. See some friends, family in NYC and Boston. I'm still planning, where else should I go? Maine? Syrup?
Bliss ends with "I just can't do this."
This is the only guy still speaking my language:
This is the only guy still speaking my language:
I might have to start breaking legs.
For as much as people ask me to write columns and articles for them, they are pretty famous for not paying me anything.
I would "do it for the love of it," but love don't pay the rent.
For as much as people ask me to write columns and articles for them, they are pretty famous for not paying me anything.
I would "do it for the love of it," but love don't pay the rent.
It's a really weird interest when a project you have been working on gains international interest.
That's like, big.
That's like, big.
I go for a walk, to clear my head, because that's what writers are supposed to do. At the exact halfway point, the skies open up and I become drenched and I realize that I am not really a writer, for I have not written.

