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...
by Kenneth Clay
I pulled into the bar, and found it to be a barren wasteland. A parking lot of fifteen spaces, only four taken up. Some of the employees must’ve parked in the back, that I knew. And that told me there was maybe ten people inside all together. The club was buried...
by Kenneth Clay
Irwin woke up back in his bed with a slight fog. Nothing too bad, just a little noticeable. And the second he got up and rubbed his eyes, his phone rang: “Hello?” “Irwin, how goes it?” It was his boss. “How do you always manage to call me right when I wake up?”...
