1. 1 year ago 

   I’m sitting in front of a laptop eating a bowl of scooby-doo noodles. The only thing that comes to mind is the crooked Spanish lady who threatened to get me fired for not giving her a receipt. She kinda turned me on. But why the hell did I choose to become a writer?

   Hank Moody. Obviously. But writing doesn’t get you laid.

   I walk, I talk, and I write. And I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

r-evolve: revolutionizing writing. short stories. a taste of my muse.

about me:
freelance writer and student at the university of western ontario.

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