My work

From time to time I enjoy going back and reading my work. I know it's not perfect and there are a few word or spelling errors here and there…. But I really write for me.

Some of it is mean, crude and some of it is personal and intimate. Sometimes I'm letting emotion out of my soul that I don't want to keep inside.

My body of work represents me and it's usually unfiltered. It's visceral, raw and at time absurd. I like that. As I read through it sometimes I laugh, too.

Life is good.

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