Well, okay. I am not exactly a bad person. I’m not shabby. I have acceptable personal hygiene. But apparently, I am no good at writing regularly. I think the last thing I posted was six years ago? Something like that.
What now. Things have been happening. Life, y’know. It does its thing. Go to a rock show, eat a couple burgers, have a panic attack. THE USUAL. Nothing to see here, ma’am, move along. Continue reading i am a bad person