I lose focus and time but I want to create something that isn’t stillborn. Most of the time. I should have been writing, but instead I googled the word “crunk” which may be a sign that I am out of touch; not part of the scene (or any scene for that matter).

“Anatidaephobia — fear that somewhere, somehow, a duck is watching you”

Can that be real?



That’s how old I am today.

What a weird age. Slipping out of my demographic.

Yay for Scotch.

Some publisher

Should want to expand this into a print anthology. Caleb and I could be famous.

Oprah Read This.