They say in life we need to take the little steps; I’ve subscribed to a writer’s weekly magazine specialized in publishing—what do you want from me.
So I am flirting with the idea of reaching out to publishers once I get my shit together; meaning, once I get my shit together.
Of all the stories that people didn’t believe you about; it’s okay. These were meant to be the best stories to remember, for yourself, upon taking them with you to your grave.
Once I get out of this country and reunite with my people; DO NOT think a second that I will be missing this place, nor any of you scumbags. My decision has been made, and, for GOOD—until the END.