I write, I drink, I sleep. Not always in the same order. Sip, gargle, spit. Then I am left with a big, smelly puddle of word vomit. But I am too lazy to clean it up. Hence my works. Sometimes that makes me feel like an old whore, sometimes I feel like a golden boy. Sometimes I'm your regular, old cliché, at moments I am special. I'm currently working hard to specialize in The English Languange and Literature. I was refered to as a poor man's Bukowski at one point, but I just don't see it. My writing style was born 'way before I've read anything by the above-mentioned, infamous, esteemed author. Simple as that.
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