I died once. In the fading light of a summer's end nine years ago; I died. I want to tell you about it. It is hard for me, for it is very personal. But I died once, and you should know that when you die there is, nothing. For an eternity in a moment there… Continue reading This is a True Story. It is all true; even the lies.
"...to my mind writing about oneself is much the same as pleasuring oneself in bed, pen in hand, spilling wasted ink over paper."