James Joyce uttered more malarkey than is sane to mention, Joseph Heller played a little pool, John Steinbeck invented the beer milk shake, and no one knows how long Mary Shelley looked in the mirror before she created a monster and pushed it onto the playground. No one screamed at first, but, after a reasonable night’s sleep, mothers and children hesitated before opening their cereal boxes. Morning grains can often start the most questionable conversations. And there was no telling where the milk had been and for how long.
The author of this website is a northern Midwest recluse who spent years in the 1980s-90s music world until excessive hyphens drove things past the points of tolerance. Such artistic involvements left nothing but to escape and set the lifeboat free. Sometimes it has to be done… but don’t tell anyone. It won’t get you a free meal or any enlightenment coupons.
All is submitted for your approval… or for your disregard. Rest assured that none of it will be taken too personally. The Internet excels at making a complete fool of itself, and it’s not unusual to join the rest of the world by catching up to that example.
Instagram has been a fun writing excursion.