Yeah, I’m just a tad slow on the uptake.

I’m running out of time in life.

But I’m running out of time.

Ashamed.

You wanna know what I saw when I was twenty six and looked in the mirror?

A writer.

You wanna know what I saw for the next forty years?

A beleaguered asshole trying to make money and live the all American bullshit dream.

You wanna know what I see when I take a gander at myself in my mirror these days?

A writer.

I’ve got two years.

Because I’m running out of time.

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A published author enjoying married Texas bliss. Dog person living with cats. A writer of Henry James' stories. Featured In MuckRack. Top Writer In Fiction.

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