by Kenneth Clay
Because of details that I will not share, for about three-and-a-half years, I was in constant fear. I remember hiding in my room with the door shut as a storm blew in the house. I remember being constantly afraid of being kicked out of my house, because of my...
by Kenneth Clay
It’s eleven at night and I’m chain-smoking, and blasting Nine Inch Nails while I write this. Today has been a very eventful day. And come to think of it, all of my days have been eventful lately. I woke up to a text from a friend we’ll call, John:...
by Kenneth Clay
I think most reading this know of the mythos surrounding insanity and genius. We’ve all heard of the “tortured artist” Vincent Van Gogh. And I’m also sure that most of us have heard of Hunter S. Thompson, a man who would soak his brain in...
by Kenneth Clay
Since I was little, I would always do things my own way. I would pave my own path, a new path. I remember being six-years-old and wanting snacks, but it wasn’t 10 A.M. yet. So, in my childhood wisdom, I changed the clocks to 10 A.M. and I got that snack. My mom...
by Kenneth Clay
Hello there. I want to update this blog once a week, every Friday. But tonight it’s 2 A.M. and I’ve been struck with inspiration, so enjoy! Since finishing my novel H, I’ve been at a standstill. Where should I go? What should I do? I have several...
