Blunt Tales

I don't remember writing most of the tales contained herein; they come from a time when my mind floated out of my skull upon thick narcotic plumes of despair and traveled to the far mountainous valleys of insanity.

My mid-twenties was a confusing time, further befuddled by ill-advised discoveries, change and loss.

At that time, I was two people.

One would paint on a false smile and dance around like the happy monkey everyone wanted him to be whilst the other hid himself away and manically wrote for hours, sometimes of nothing although other times accidentally stumbling upon a story.

This is a collection of those stories.