It’s a tough life, but someone has to do it. Part of me always wanted to be Hemingway or Bukowski, one of those other tough mid-century writers. Drinking and fighting and fucking their way to their own doom. Of course, I’m a pacific, so probably just the drinking and fucking part. Maybe some mushrooms as well. They were always fun.
Not sure if I’m cool enough for all that, but hey, a boy can always dream.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 745 words, novella: The Mungk