In Spring of 2011, a drug addled youth began to spend two months drinking excessively, yelling at friends, and generally trying to self-destruct. In a brief respite between benders, he realized that he needed to return home and get his shit together. After bailing on all responsibility, he left 110 credits behind to move into his modest South Jersey home.
After a month or so, he remembered why living at his parents house sucked, and once again began drinking heavily. Three days, two cases of beer, a bag of strange Chinese amphetamines, and one long black-out later, he awoke to find himself at his computer with thirty pages of text written. On his keyboard was a Post-It that said, "Buy more beer. Finish this thing that [sic] wroting. China rules."
"I'd love to finish this mysterious stranger, but I can't be drinking ALL the time, how about just most of it?"
That person was me. This is the writing I do in between (and occasionally during) benders. Some of it is topical or response and observation, and some of it is short stories, poetry, or poorly drawn art. Enjoy!
-Walt
