Four in the morning, work on the new book for the last six hours, now moving a mobile zine library from one small Midwest town to the next. Frog noise, cricket noise, silent lightning on the western horizon. Lock the gate, pin the hitch, kick out the wheel blocks, go. Growing up I always knew I wanted to be a “writer” but I never thought that it would entail shit like this. Happier for it. Glad for it.
.أنا باحب الناس اللي بتضحك دايمًأ واللي بتعرف تضحكني
My former roommate/always best friend let me borrow this beautiful beautiful book/zine called “The Do-It-Yourself Guide to Fighting the Big Motherf*ckin’ Sad” by Adam Gnade
This section kind of ties in to what I posted earlier, so I thought I’d share it.