I had two essays published last week that are rather brotherly in their subject matter; both tell my sad stories through the lens of literary work I find important, both start with me drunk and disconsolate in Egan’s bar in Tuscaloosa, and both hint at my recently monkadelic lifestyle in HCMC. Please check them out: [...]
There are a couple funny stories about this story (Song for Occupations up now at Flywheel Magazine). Actually not very funny, and it’s not really a story, but (sorta) one of those lyric essay things I seem to be doing of late (though this was not done “of late”). That first sentence was totally incorrect. [...]
