Read on…

I sat and drank whiskey.  When I wrote I was surprised.  I wasn’t surprised while I wrote.  I was surprised when the feedback told me they cared about what I wrote.  It wasn’t perfect and I hope to never be perfect.  The story was written from the heart and with that things ought never be changed.

Here’s the imperfect story that’s been written.

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