Fuck Inspiration
Inspiration? Fuck inspiration. Whether the stuff comes from the bottle or from the recesses of a sad and twisted mind, inspiration is nothing more than a trait I fully lack. Hemingway had inspiration. Bukowski had inspiration. Me? I have a half bottle of cheap scotch, one more cigarette and not a single ounce of empathy … Continue reading
A Night I Never Remembered…The Stripper Chronicles
I went to the strip club the other night…allegedly. I’m not sure it counts though because I don’t remember being there, much less remember driving home. “Oh the humanity Grayson, the humanity,” I hear the voices saying. “How dare you drive home black-out drunk; you could have killed someone!” Shut the fuck up right now … Continue reading
Shameless Plug
I swore when I started my blog, I wasn’t going to be one of those who did personal updates, posted several times a day with inane word fodder or spoke directly to my audience. I wanted to keep it as if it were my own little magazine with scheduled articles; instead I’m now going to … Continue reading
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