Self-owned, non-algorithmic, internet bliss.
Like when you play hide-and-seek with a toddler. You know they're coming, but you make believe like it was a big surprise. I was waiting for this year to end.
I'm 21 years old, fresh off the first real break up of my life, I've just been fired from my longest held job at the time at a car dealership, I'm living with my grandparents, and borrowing gas money from... Continue Reading →
A lotta comics. The end of the year isn't being good to me, either physically or mentally. Emotionally? Well, we'll have to see who is still around when 2024 decides to roll in, whether I want it to or not.... Continue Reading →
To me, being a published author isn't superstar success. It's being able to support my family financially.
Fifth Draft 