You’ve all inadvertently helped me stop doing drugs by reading my tales of addicted nonsense. Writing is the first thing I’ve done that I haven’t thought ‘drugs would make this so much better‘. My girlfriend likes to take pictures of me nodded out over my laptop.
Drug free nodding, what a spiritual occurrence.
I’ve been talking to literary consultants, and they want a more cohesive narrative to send to publishing houses. So for the next couple of months I’ll be sitting in a hotel lobby surrounded by notebooks typing like a psychopath and eating bags of lettuce.
If it’s not painfully obvious, I get obsessed with things. So no new posts for a bit.
Go make your own bad decisions!