by Kenneth Clay
My father and I used to always be at each other’s throats. We’d scream and argue all the time and we’d never treat each other well. Because of this, I mentioned a line about this in my Soft White Underbelly interview a year-and-a-half ago and it...
by Kenneth Clay
I pulled over to the side of the road and stepped out. Blank Arizona fields stretched out as far as the eye could see. In the far distance, a herd of cows. Under my tire laid a roadkill raccoon. I leaned against my car, puffing on a cigarette. The sun was high in the...
by Kenneth Clay
I have psychotic depression. It’s not that I’m suicidal or hearing voices constantly. In fact, I’m happy and have a lot of good in my life. i just struggle sometimes. It feels like I mainly deal with the “negative symptoms” of...
by Kenneth Clay
NOTE: This is a first draft of an old version of Book Two. As of writing, I’m writing the second version. So, this is basically nonsense. It’s still cool though, so I’m keeping it up. Chapter One I had spent about three months in...
by Kenneth Clay
AND NOW, A CLOSING TRANSMISSION FROM THE ARCTURUS SYSTEM The machinery hummed and beeped. There were tubes in my nose and I did not know why. I had been in the hospital for the bullet Gretchen put in me. Though I did deal the final blow. I remembered state troopers...
