Recently as I was filing my chaotic pile of notes that clog my writing desk I came across three napkins with sporadic red sharpie on it. I remembered that last summer I was at a huge party to see a friend’s band. In a fit of something I have yet been able to describe withContinue reading “Three Napkins I Scribbled My Soul On”
In Fourteen Hundred and Ninty Two Colombus sailed the ocean blue. He raped and killed As much as he willed and white people know this to be true.
I’m a straight white male, and a sociopath, but I repeat myself.