I am proud to announce that my impossible autobiography, entitled "Monstrous: The Autobiography of a Serial Killer but for the Grace of God", has nevertheless arrived after twenty-one years of living it, nine of germinating, writing and refining it, and five of beating my head against the wall trying to get it published through use of traditional channels.
I'm actually getting around to posting this news four sales into my new life post-publication, one of which appears to have netted me a lifelong friend in addition to fourteen dollars in royalties (as he bought a second copy as a gift to one of his buddies in Britain), not to mention a brand new watch and twelfth century penny. Charles Bukowski's "Post Office" is en route to me as we speak. All of which is to say that "Monstrous: The Autobiography of a Serial Killer but for the Grace of God" is a powerful enough story to affect at least one person deeply.
Here is some of what my new pal has had to say:
"Your book is a glorious mindf*ck! Wish it was a film too! Like it or not you have written a cult classic! There is no let up, no respite, what a work, man! Your descriptions of your feelings remind me of Charles Bukowski in that they are so vivid, [but] there it stops, because I have never read anything like it, and I am fairly well read."
To my wife he added this:
"I am becoming obsessed with the idea that Tommy's book gets the recognition it deserves. When I think of the works I have read by so-called great writers, they are piss-ants compared with Tommy's honesty, and when he describes emotion, I actually feel them for him."
At a job interview the other day I was asked where I wanted to be ten years from now, and I answered that my ambition was to spend the rest of my life answering fan mail. You can help make my dream a reality by contacting me at MonstrousWalker.aol.com.
After a long awaited weekend visitation caused by false allegations of sexual abuse, Glen got to see his children for the first time in over two months. He promised them that they would never be apart again and then they disappeared.
Sepsis knocked her down and out. Faith, hope, and gave her the strength to get back on her feet. I am a Runner She fought the river of death They said she'd never run again
She proved them wrong...
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