I am a writer. Sometimes I read some of the things that I've written on a podcast called "Something That I Wrote."
I am a writer. Sometimes I read some of the things that I've written on a podcast called "Something That I Wrote."
A story about a girl, and a snowstorm, and especially, about timing.
A story about friends, and rebellion, and teenage romance.
A story about summertime, and cigarettes, and the bonds between boys.
A story about long-lost relatives, and long-lost songs, and long-lost dreams.
A story about love, and strength, and, I hope, about hope.
A story about two runaways, though only one of them realizes it, and driving fast, and feathers on a breeze, man.
A story about what it's like to be 22, brokenhearted, and drunk.
Stories about good guys, and bad guys, and guys who are both.
A part of a story about a desperate man, and a silly girl, and that bastard John Luster.
Another part of a story about a desperate man, and a silly girl, and that bastard John Luster.
Another part of a story about a desperate man, and a silly girl, and that bastard John Luster.
The final part of a story about a desperate man, and a silly girl, and that bastard John Luster.
A story about making noise.
A story about strange weather, and a strange visit, and when to pick apples.
A story about perspective, and pumpkin spice lattes, and the inevitability of death and misfortune and goddamned snow.
A story about these stories.