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Thursday, April 30, 2009

Deep Purple

The bathroom he shared with the other tenants was never clean; it smelled of the piss and pot of those who didn’t have a pot to piss in.

I swear I didn't write that. Really.

Update: The paragraph after that, and the one after that makes the above seem like pure art. How is this possible? Let's just say there's a character, a hooker, who calls herself Sophie B. Hawt and move on.

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This is me and one of my two cats. His name is Cougar, and he’s an F1 Chausie. A chausie is a new breed of cat under development. Chausies are the result of a cross between a domestic cat (in Cougar’s case, a Bengal) and a jungle cat (Felis Chaus). Cougar’s mom is 8 pounds and his father is a 30-pound jungle cat. He’s about 16 pounds, super intelligent, spirited, and toilet trained. A writer without a cat (or two) is not to be trusted.