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So Why Do You Want to Be A Writer

So Why Do You Want to Be A Writer

Your characters, they just kind of drift around. The world has no greater meaning for them. They just experience the mundane level of everyday activities. Something happens. Then something else happens. Then it’s over. The End.

A Hand In The Clouds

A Hand In The Clouds

Arthur worked this job. It was a job that he didn’t understand. It was a job that nobody understood. It was a job that required him to drive to these towns and villages and neighborhoods and look at the trees.

For Erica, Who Makes the Flowers Grow

For Erica, Who Makes the Flowers Grow

We were young when we all met, intrepid seven year olds evicted from air-conditioned houses by distracted parents, left to fend for ourselves in the sunbaked streets of suburbia.

That Sinking Feeling

That Sinking Feeling

The catering business didn’t afford me an extravagant stay in a sunken utopia. I wouldn’t stop in Atlantis. I’d have to sink much deeper.

Acoustic Cover

Acoustic Cover

We started the band when we first heard Dan play an acoustic cover of Smells Like Teen Spirit, and he played so good, I almost cried, the same punk vibe, but less noise, less drama.

Mice

Mice

Somebody rapped on my door around 2AM.

Before You Know It

Before You Know It

The leaves fall like some personal ‘fuck you’ from the cosmos.