Self promotion. Yuck. I'm not good at it. I write stuff. Sometimes I go back and read the stuff. Sometimes it is excellent. Sometimes I cringe. The only real reason to read my stuff is to get a close personal look inside the mind of me.

Even my fiction is basically personal essay. I know a little bit about a lotta bit. I'm silly and crazy and say fuck. A lot. Just read what you want. Although I turned out to be a decent poet. Who knew?