This might seem a bit strange coming from someone who has shown an impressive level of commitment to debasing himself in front of an audience. While I can't let alcohol take all of the credit for such behavior, it certainly hasn't diminished my capacity for prickishness. Unfortunately, I doubt that even I could stay drunk long enough to finish a book, get it published, and wade through the resulting lake of shit that is public opinion. I am no Hemingway, as I'm sure will become readily apparent for those of you who are willing to read what I post.
That begs the question. If I'm petrified at the thought of letting people read my writing, why do this at all? That's an easy one. If I don't want to keep waking up feeling like a coward, I have to start somewhere.
So, if you find yourself exploring this corner of my mind, I hope you enjoy yourself. If not, that's ok. Like I said, I'm no Hemingway.
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