Short Stories

Early on, the emphasis was on DRUNK. Semantically, I know I don't aspire to write. I write. However, I do aspire to be known for my writing. I aspire to be known as an exhibitionist. An emotional-exhibitionist. Disrobed and “streaking thru the quad & down into the gymnasium (Will Ferrel; Old School).” I hold nothing back. I don't shy away from unpleasentness. Actually I'm drawn to it. Damn morbid world we live in. Or maybe my stories won't shock you. Because you're a drunk, , or whatever, ex-problem drinker, just like me. Maybe you still drink. You have a god-shaped hole in you. Well then, pull up a fucking seat already.