Tired

As some of you may know, or as all of you may not know, I am writing a novel. My father-in-law once said: every fool who has nothing else to do starts to write a book. Well, there you have it. In my defense, though, it should be said that he was referring to old men who write their memoirs. I am not yet what one would call old, and it’s not my memoirs I’m writing. Yeah. What I’m writing is totally cool, so there. You can read the first chapter here.
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Oh, and, in case you were asking yourself, I am now listening to Professor Longhair. And, incidentally, I am on my second bottle of wine. I could use some cocaine, but nothing doing. I’m pretty fucking tired, actually. If I took cocaine now, I’d just keep drinking, and if I kept drinking, I’d take more cocaine… dang, would have balanced nicely.

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