Books had captivated Marcus since he was a young boy, though his fascination was not so much with reading them as it was with collecting them. This is not to say that he didn’t enjoy the fantastical worlds that were conjured up between some covers or that he didn’t respect the tomes that held the […]
When he woke Marcus was most assuredly still drunk, but his mindset more closely resembled a sober man; he was focused and engaged. He performed a normal ritual of forcing himself to throw up and then showering and brushing his teeth to remove the first layer of foul smell that was emanating from his body.
Thanks for waiting 25 years Read Post »
Marcus managed to pull himself out of the bathtub and then he leaned on the bathroom counter and stared at himself in the mirror. He concluded that he was staring at a shitty human being, but that he shouldn’t give himself such a hard time. It was time for him to continue the night before
Hank Patrick is Dead, Long Live Hank Patrick – A story that I started writing back in 2011. The idea sprang out of the love of the phrase, “The King is dead, long live the King,” and all the wonderful underlying meaning in it. Paired with my disinclination toward monarchy, but still with an interest
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