Short Story / Non-Fiction
I am an old ganster, a heroin addict, a farm equipment mechanic/locomotive mechanic/mason/painter/carpenter, and amature writer. I drive a Taxicab when I'm not doing other stuff. At the moment I'm working on two novels and a detailed journal which describes a four year time period of my activities for the past three or four years. For fun, I like to go to the local pubs and drink dark beer with my beautiful drunk punk girlfiend. In the summer, we swim in the lake and hang out. In winter, we watch movies and copulate when the mood moves us. She is also a brilliant writer, artist, and pianist. I play acoustic guitar and listen to metal, hardcore, punk, and bluegrass. She has the voice of an ange and sweet green eyes. We often describe ourselves as 'Burlinton's Weirdest Couple'. This is not much of an exaggeration. It is my intent to publish some of the garbage I have been working on, make a ton of money, and subsequently use the money to travel to the shores of the Caspian Sea, and surf my ass off. Once this is accomplished, we will purchase a villa in Pakistan surrounded by opium fields, and when we get old, commit suicide while locked in the most sensual utimate embrace you could possibly imagine.