by Kenneth Clay
I fucking hate absinthe. Terrible, terrible, high. If you drink too much. I had some the night before and rather enjoyed it. But it was just a quarter shot. The next night I drank a quarter and realized it wasn’t enough to hallucinate. You never try to...
by Kenneth Clay
Oh boy, I’m high as fuck. Was gifted a typewriter as a birthday gift. Haven’t typed on it yet, as it hasn’t really shown up. I went to Colorado to remember, so I basically spent the entire time remembering. Think of an acid trip slowly happening, but...
by Kenneth Clay
The streets of Seattle always rained, though Irwin never cared. Some people did. Some people cried about it. The thing was that Alcoholics Anonymous was four blocks away and he didn’t like driving in Seattle. So with an umbrella and a cigarette in his mouth, he...
by Kenneth Clay
What a weird day, I thought. All this asking and wandering had gotten nowhere. Sure, his alibi had been confirmed, but video showed otherwise. Maybe it’d hold up in court? I didn’t think he did it. And as I stepped out I noticed a lady staring at me. White...
by Kenneth Clay
After the terrible realization that were doppelgangers, I decided to go to the bar. I desperately needed a break. I couldn’t even figure out exactly what Gretchen was saying. All she did was give me little hints. But with those little hints, I realized a thing...
by Kenneth Clay
On the 27th, I’m flying out to Colorado. I’m seeing King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard live with a friend and we will be tripping. I’m also staying there to work backbreaking labor for nineteen-an-hour. The plan is to, basically, gameify the amount...
by Kenneth Clay
A TRANSMISSION AFTER RETURNING FROM THE BOTTOM OF A SWIMMING POOL And as the child rises, the colors are iridescent. The sun hovers in the sky calmly caressing the child. He smiles and swats his hand in the air. The hills unfurl around him, revealing a happy place....
by Kenneth Clay
Finished the second draft of How To Go Back in Time – Book One. Also currently arguing with my publisher over whether or not to send letters with sex jokes in them to early copy reviewers. Kallisti Publishing is the way! As it stands right now, I’ve built...
by Kenneth Clay
So… I think I may actually not be shouting into the void. I got recognized in public the other day. I was doing Walmart grocery deliveries with a buddy. We pulled up to this one house, and this kid my age went, “You’re Kenneth. Right?” And...
by Kenneth Clay
It’s 2:30 AM, and I’m pretty sure I pulled a muscle in my side by hitting the bong too hard. I recently got gifted this huge fuckin’ jar of weed and went through it in three months. It’s been eight months since the SWU interview and I’m...
