I write. I read. I eat. I sleep.
I'm a blue collar b.o.i who thinks a lot and who has tendency to never follow through with the big BIG stuff that will make me rich and famous.
Rich, well, not really. Famous, well, only among other avant-garde poets and artists.
I'm always hungry and always writing. In my head.
Both are diseases affecting the same juices in my brain.
Both are uncontrollable, like my addiction to nicotine and tattoos and skater shoes.
Here. Now. Words.