I’m claiming to be a writer because I can molest my keyboard and produce words whenever I feel like it not because I believe I can write well. I’m not one of those people. Life is fucking weird and my therapist told me to start writing things down a few years ago to avoid yet another nervous breakdown. In an effort to maintain sanity I have produced things that occasionally make people laugh, and others cry (because it’s about them), and now I feel like sharing it to make my therapy seem a little more productive. Read it, and feel at least a little pity for my pathetic attempts, and sad lonely life. I’m kidding. I’m barely an alcoholic and already I’m being as melodramatic as real writers. Anyways, an end to my self indulgent rambling. Enjoy, or don’t. I don’t care (that’s a lie of course I care). Welcome to ME.