I am twenty-three and have a voracious and insatiable appetite for life. I am stuck in one of Arizona's small unrelenting farming towns at the moment and it is driving me bats. I write to escape, partly, and also because I can't go a day without it; the Muses hang on me like lead clouds. This is good, I suppose. There was a time when I couldn't write at all, when I would end the day anxious at being utterly incompetent in the field, but those days are over. My biggest difficulty: sitting down in the ch more...
A Meal at Red Robin, as told by your server, Oshinn
animal experiments and heroin
the glutton god
on old people
while breathing, not profanity