Don’t Play With My Blocks
I can’t believe I’m sitting here in a library in Austin, TX, by myself when I’m a complete paranoid. I sat outside in my car for about 15 minutes before… Read more Don’t Play With My Blocks →
The Insult
I’m not in the mood to write, plus I’ve written and erased ten beginnings anyway. So here it is. My parents, Ken and I were at this restaurant on the… Read more The Insult →
BLUE MARKET FICTION 